I swear on everything I hold dear, that my furniture is out to get me today. Oh I can practically hear you all giving me a look. No really, I swear, it's out to get me. Let me tell you my story and we'll see if you're still feeling superior to my "clumsy" self after.
Last night: My fan tripped me (you imagining a little foot popping out? Well that's what happened). It sent me flying into my curtains where I was trapped and could not get out. Clearly I eventually did get free of it's evil silk clutches.
This morning: Stubbed my toe on my bookcase. It moved to get me, I swear.
This morning: My bedroom door slammed shut on my face as I was trying to go into my room.
This morning: My fan tripped me (again), except this time, I went barrelling to the floor where I hit my head and my knee. At the same time, my leg got scraped up by my fan and my elbow is bleeding.
This morning: Well.. this isn't a piece of furniture, but I sneezed and somehow my tongue got in the way of my teeth, and I bit it... really hard. It has finally stopped bleeding.
This morning: The lamp beside my bed decided to just randomly topple over onto my head. It's a big lamp.
Okay, so most of this is probably just me being tired and clumsy because yes, I am known to be a mild cluts upon occasion. But really, doesn't it seem like my bedroom is out to get me?