Today, you have defeated me. In the last two hours you:
tempted me ruthlessly with my warm blankets and soft pillow
encouraged my cereal to leap to freedom from my bowl (and onto my bathrobe)
made me almost fall on my face twice to the light-rail station
caused me to hit my head (twice) while futzing under my desk with cables
given be a nasty case of stuffy-head sniffles.
made me spill my coffee-drink without even recognising exactly what was happening (I now have cold smelly coffe stains on my shirt, pants, and undies).
Damn you, today, curse you to the land of shadows from whence you came! I hereby declare my defeat. I plead that you let me just finish off these two simple tasks without suffering any major injuries and I shall then cease my attempts at productivity.
edit: in the course of one of those tasks, I managed to nearly fall to my death down half a flight of stairs. Luckilly I managed to keep my feet below me long enough to reduce the events to slamming my shoulder into the wall at the bottom. I also managed to bang my head into a door (the wonderfully familiar "didn't turn the knob enough but kept walking anyway" routine). I would just say I'm leaving and using sicktime for the rest of today, but I'm afraid I might not make it home alive at this rate!