Two rare mishaps, in one week:

1) After a turgid night of thinking at a local bar about the one ancient language that I've been studying for the past number of years now and have made myself into quite the expert in, I get home a little bit tipsy -- over the course of like two hours of flipping through a text and a dictionary, I had pushed forward to some major new tentative hypotheses, and I then had a couple of whiskeys both to calm down and to celebrate -- and so, after all of that, I come home and I have some ramen noodles and crash, and then I wake up in the middle of the night and I feel dehydrated, but, when I stagger out into my living room to take a swig from my water bottle that sits out on my kitchen table, I accidentally go in for it wrong in the dark, and I knock it and it falls over and it dumps some water onto a pile of papers on my kitchen table, before I can pick it up again and set it aright.

2) A few mornings later, I'm standing by my kitchen table and I go to pick up my uniquely-sculpted coffee cup that I had bought from a local artisan, but, since I'm standing up and not sitting down like when I usually handle it, I go in for it wrong and I knock it and it tips over onto its beveled edge and so it gets destabilized and then it careens over and dumps coffee onto that same pile of papers there, again.