I've been awake for 3 hours and in that time have :
been hit really hard in the head
been scratched deep enough that I've gone through 3 bandaid changes
broken a dish
been told I was stupid
popped my knee out of place
had a bee stalk me into the house
and broke a cd that I really like

The only common denominator in all of these things was the fact that there was air involved in *some* way.
Fucking air.

UPDATE: my big cat decided that he wanted up in my lap and wasn't going to wait for me to put my just-poured, very hot, cup of coffee (cuffa cuppee) down before he leapt up, scalding me, himself, and bouncing the ceramic cup off my teeth. My teeth are tuned to "G".