Oh, I keep breaking things. I punctured my exercise ball, which doubles as my office chair, with a staple. I tore the zipper on my favorite sweatshirt. I broke my spring-loaded access card clip thingy, which you'd think was no big deal, but it lit up with blinky lights and was a gift from Wain. I tried to fix it, and it's completely mangled.
I also found a bone shard in my sausage pizza--how many times do I have to tell myself: no ground meats?--and my glasses keep fogging up when I go outside. The cumulative effect of all this is that I feel a little loser-ish tonight, aw, poor little office dork, woe is me, Murphy's Law, and all that unfunny crap. But don't worry about me. I'm sure a beer or two or five is all it'll take to have me feeling like a winner again. Plus I'm wearing great socks. They're so cool that a driver of a passing car actually rolled down his window and yelled "nice socks!" on my way back from the store earlier.