nyquil not included

i should have taken all those times i drop things or knock into things more seriously instead of just laughing it off as i always do. apparently i've been asleep all these while. issue highlighted by the fact that i drove a bunch of colleagues out for supper and succeeded in locking my car with the keys still in the ignition and the engine still running and not realising so until 45 minutes later when we're about to leave and i realised that i do not have my car keys with me. stranger still was that i made sure i manually locked all the doors before getting out. but that's ok. otherwise the night would have been just another boring work night.
i come with a boxful of smiley bandages to cover up all the wounds and scars. everything will be okay.
sometimes all it takes is one phone call to make you realise that you need to get your behind out of the place and into something completely different. this isn't something that you can replace with a newly pierced tongue.
nothing's really as complicated as you want it to be. let's keep it simple and boil everything down to hormones. hormones are fucked up and since we are all made up of a whole load of hormones, we're all fucked up. that's scientific hypothesis for ya.