So I was wondering where the random bruises on my arm and hip came from, and then I simultaneously tripped over Phoebe and sideswiped the doorjam and I remembered that, oh yeah, I'm a fucking klutz. I run into things. I fall down a lot. I hit myself in the head with golf balls. And I don't think I'm alone in this (except maybe the golf ball thing).
I was going to start a club, but I think there already is one, and anyway, I think if we all got together in one place the building might collapse. So, you know, enter at your own risk.