So yesterday, I wrote about storing my laptop on my bedside table. Not smart.
Even not smarter? Tonight, as I was going to get in bed to watch some TV, I knocked over a glass of red wine, over my laptop, my harmony noises machine, my nightgown, my slippers, my favourite leather bag and down two of the walls in my corner of the room.
Apart from a certain raffish smell, my laptop seems allright. I am not. And the harmony noises are not helping.
Also lost in the War of the Stupid, my nightgown, my slippers, a bag of clothes I was going to return, a crocheted and jewelled bag I had just made for a friend for Christmas, my Kobo leather envelope, and a pair of crocheted fingerless gloves with 22 buttons (22!!!) sewn on last week. My bedroom smells like a cross between Home and Garden Kitchens and a sleazy neighbourhood bar, and the damn TV program I was going to watch isn't even on. Woe.