Do you ever look back on a situation or series of events and wonder what the hell is wrong with you? Well, I do. I'm incredibly clumsy, often irrational, and prone to extreme dramatics, which means there is usually at least one event every day where I have to shake my head at myself. Some days, like yesterday, my entire day consists of a series of unfortunate events. Last night, over the span of three hours, I did myself bodily harm, was attacked by an invasion of demonic crickets, and was woken up by the sounds of a chicken massacre.
