I burned my leg on a furnace in the middle of the night
I’ve consistently been a clumsy guy. When I washed dishes as a kid, I often broke at least one cup or plate so I was banned from the chore until I moved out plus had to do it for myself in a studio apartment. I’m not nearly as exhausting now as I used to be, although I have a habit of hitting curbs while driving with one of my front tires. I can’t imagine laboring a task where I am in charge of things as fragile as glass cups like my sibling was back when he was still paying his bills with his dishwasher income. He consistently jokes with me that I would owe my entire paycheck to my boss at the end of each shift from the sheer number of glass cups plus plates he would scrub plus handle every night at that task. He said I would have a massive trail of broken glass in every conceivable direction. Lately my clumsiness has manifested into me running into multiple objects in my condo while I’m walking around in the middle of the night. I get so exhausted that I forget where things are located in the first place. Last night it got undoubtedly exhausting when I accidentally walked into my space gas furnace while moving across my room last night. My skin touched the boiling metal grill plus left a welt on the side of my leg. The space gas furnace was in storage until yesterday so I’m still trying to get used to having a space gas furnace jammed in again. You have to be mindful of where it’s located plus make sure you don’t inadvertently collide with it while walking around at night like I did.