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I'm running out of writing space on my giant ear.

I've entered into yet another period of clumsiness.  It's annoying.  I'm constantly stumbling and tripping and banging into things.  Yesterday I knocked my deodorant bottle off the sink and it smashed all over the floor.  That pissed me off.  The day before I cracked my eggs directly into the food recycling bin.  You can't make an omelette without eggs, even if you did break them successfully.  Today I nearly put washing up liquid in my tea and cat food down the sink.  In the split second realisation that I was making an error in judgement, my reflex reaction was to jerk away from the offending action, resulting firstly in cricking my neck and secondly bruising my hand.  This means that over the next few days we will lose at least 3 glasses or mugs, and I will sustain at least 10 injuries.  I think I'm just going to lie down on the floor with my coloured pens and giant ear and try not to touch anything else.  I get a compulsion to draw on my face when I have coloured ink in my hand, though last week I managed to avert such silly thoughts when I was using permanent marker to colour in my trainers, so I'm sure I can manage it with washable inks.

I think when my brain is worried or upset, as it is at the moment, it forgets to concentrate on the normal stuff, like knowing where it's moving my limbs in relation to other objects.  My way of expressing emotion is to become a human tornado.