"Where does it hurt?" "In my ankle, Danny. It hurts in my ankle."

Someone explain to me how, in the process of getting off the bed to grab a notebook across the room, I managed to get tangled in the laptop cord, whack into the bedside table, hit my SHIN, of all things, on my laptop, and then fall back onto the bed?

All of this led to no progress at all in me getting off the bed. Mostly, I just ended up curled on the bed, holding my shin and whimpering.

You think the universe is trying to tell me something?

"What's wrong?" "I can't write." "I mean specifically." "I can't write."

Remember how my laptop tripped me earlier today? I've apparently decided it's my mortal enemy. It tried to do it again a little while ago, and I caught my balance, stopped, turned to glare at it, and told it very firmly that it did that once already today, and I wasn't about to let it again. Very seriously too, until Evie burst out laughing.

Yes, I'm just a little bit pathetic.

Also, I can't write. It's just... bad. Really bad. Anything I try to write? Is bad.

For the love of God, someone splash water on me or blow an air horn or... anything to get my ability to write back?

I'm going to go to bed and hope sleep makes it all better.