My arm is all floppy.

Of my chair, I mean. It just hangs there, limp and useless.

Seriously, between the armrest of my chair falling off and the brakes on my car going all wibbly and the furnace in the basement not furnacing and Amazon shipping me two books by Carl Sagan with a packing slip addressed to the COO of eBaumsWorld, of all people, instead of the $1600 box of software I ordered, I’m starting to wonder if I should just sit here and not touch anything for a while.