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Just a while ago, I went to the kitchen to make a light dinner to take to my bedroom. I put together a can of smoked tuna, some mayonnaise, a bit of cooked rice and chives from my garden. It was delicious. I was bringing it here when I tripped. My arm got tangled with the door, enough to spill more than half of the contents and fortunately not enough to break the dish. I just spent a long amount of time cleaning up, moping twice (smoked tuna has a strong odor) and hating myself while I cursed under my breath I guess I will not mylot much, after all. At least not until I watch a stupid funny movie to help me forget this day. No internet for a long time, my knees have hurt a lot today and now my dinner ending up in the floor. I tell you that for a moment I thought about eating from the floor. Do you have such moments? What do you do then?