Yes, you’ve guessed it. I am home alone alone and have managed to drop something yet again.

It’s not that important and while the consequences are, I will be uncomfortable. I am still safe so that’s all that really matters. They will be back in a few hours anyway it’s nothing to really worry about. It’s more annoying than anything. I just wish I wasn’t so disabled sometimes.

It’s funny how quickly your feelings can change based on what happens around you. For me, my entire self-worth can be called into question because I drop something on the floor.

If it’s on the floor, it might as well be lost if I’ve lost it it’s probably on the floor. Is a variation of something I’ve said a lot. It just happens it, it is life. But when you can’t fix it yourself, it is frustrating.