Excuse me, while I pick up my life....

I feel like I just spilled my over-stuffed purse on the ground, and pieces of my life are just rolling out of control all over the floor. You know.... that embarrasing moment on the street or the supermarket floor when you are on your hands and knees, scrambling to gather everything back in your bag? That's me. Try not to step on me while I'm down here, ok?