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I seem to go through phases where shit like this happens to me. It is as though gravity decides to make me its bitch for awhile or something.
Lately, I can't hold on to anything to save my life. If I'm grasping something, odds are good that it will end up on the floor in pretty short order, usually in some spectacular fashion as I try fruitlessly to grab it before it hits the ground.
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"To those of you who are wearing ties, I think my dad would appreciate it if you took them off." - Robert Moog
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