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Well then. It's now close to 3 AM and I am awake because I just managed to shatter a mirror. Crap.

I have had an almost full length mirror that I inherited when my last roommate Curtis and I vacated the housein Cleveland Heights nearly 5 years ago. I forget if it was really his or was left by another former roommate, but it was about 5 feet tall with oval ends intended to be wall mounted. I just left it in the cardboard box/frame and leaned it against the wall all this time. Well, tonight I was adjusting my position in bed and flailed my arm just so, that I knocked it over and sent it tumbling to the floor where the top foot or so proceeded to shatter.

Thankfully, most of it did not break, so cleanup has been rather minimal, but anytime glass shatters (even on the short industrial carpet in my apartment) it makes a mess. So, I have picked up all the pieces of size and vacuumed the area thoroughly 3 or 4 times to get any chips and shards. Thank god I do not have deep carpeting.

My unhappiness is compounded by the fact that I made my lower back very unhappy during my workout earlier this evening and I'm feeling ever so slighly crippled as a result. I pray it is happier by morning, as not being able to walk/sit/stand/lift/bend correctly is never good, especially with my job that required most of that.

Anyhow, hopefully my sore back is retroactively my bad luck for mirror breakage. I can't really afford 7 years of the stuff.