Guess who just smashed one of the glass plates in her coffee table? Yep, that would be me. I still don't know how, but I tripped, landed on the table, and well, apparently glass isn't meant to hold 70kg of Melle. Fuck. That's going to be hell to replace.
(I'm fine, by the way, no cuts or anything, just a bruise on my knee because I managed to land knee-first. I suppose I should be grateful for that, at least.)