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ONE DAY. Seriously, that's all I ask, just one day where I don't trip, or fall off a chair, or knock things off my desk, or drop CDs, or accidentally smack someone, or, I don't know, spill a full bowl of miso soup all over the table *and* myself at lunch. Hey, did you know that miso soup is surprisingly quick to turn into a solid when it hits fabric? And that it's painfully difficult to get out the wale of a cord skirt? And that it shows up beautifully on dark brown?

Clearly the only answer is for me to live the rest of my life as a head-in-a-jar.