Today, I dropped a kiwi, some cheese, and some Trisketts in the street as I walked back from my lunchbreak. I had to scramble back and pick them up one by one where they had scattered along the way, unnoticed by me. E looked at me bemusedly and said, Hole in your bag? Sadly, there wasn't. Apparently I just don't know how to hold a plastic bag correctly, which you'd THINK would be a simple thing.

This seems to be a metaphor for my life as of late.

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