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Congratulate me, folks. I now have a dislocated wrist. Luckily, it's my left wrist, which is why I can still type this. But isn't my luck amazing? All I did was reach for a book, and the next thing I knew, I was in explosive pain. A few more incidents like this and I will be able to write a coherent thesis on why god/goddess/gods/fate hates me.