Within the last week, the following things have happened:
I slipped on a wet spot on the ground and fell down in front of a long line of people waiting to get into an event. I managed to not fall completely on my ass, instead ending up in a sort of bended-knee-proposal position. None of the people in line looked at me like they wanted to marry me.
The following day, I slipped and fell down again. Somehow, the only thing that hurt afterwards was my right index finger.
My dude, when coming home, tripped up our front stairs and scraped up his hand.
My dude, while walking on our sidewalk with a box of pizza he was bringing home for dinner, dropped the pizza box in just such a way so that the top flew open and the pizza came out and landed in the gutter.
My computer decided to stop working. After that was fixed, my printer stopped working. Both of these events made me late for things.
Once my computer was working, I sat down the following evening and knocked my glass of water over with such force that it soaked my computer.
I THINK THERE IS STRESS HAPPENING AROUND HERE, IDK GUYS