Is the Universe Trying to Tell me Something?

I was a little rushed this morning. I was late, I was a little frantic and I was trying to gather food for the day, which is a bit more trying when you're on a diet. I was chopping an apple when I suddenly STABBED MYSELF IN THE FINGER WITH MY KNIFE. I did not see that coming. I ran into the bathroom to put a bandaid in it, came back out to the kitchen to see that my travel mug (with all of the totally cute cherries all over it) had a leak in it...and was dripping coffee all over the table and onto the floor. I stopped. I sighed. I thought about not leaving the house. Then I threw my coffee into another mug, grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I figure by noon I will have been run over by a bicycler or have my finger chopped off in a freak-soda-fountain incident. I'll keep y'all updated.