A knife broke in my hand.
The handle disintegrated.
My favorite spatula cracked and shattered.
I cracked an egg and it was full of blood.
Not my day today.
I already knew that though from the bone weary fatigue.
The barking cough.
The constant squeeze of asthma.
The hoarse voice from fatigue now turned to laryngitis.
Today I am feeling the drag.
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