OK, any illusions I had that caffeine might grant me coordination are banished. Just call me Curry-Foot McGee. Or, better yet, don't. On the plus side- the bowl did not break, and I did not spill my drink - apparently my unconscious has priorities.
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I once fell down a whole flight of stairs, took out my, then, boyfriend's leg in the process and managed not to spill the three coke cans I was carrying....
I am at caffeine's mercy.