Too Clumsy

Yesterday I bashed my pinkie toe very badly against the feet of the desk chair. My pinkie toe is tiny--almost obsolete, in fact; it looks like an underdeveloped digit, the stunted finger of a parasite twin. The toenail of my pinkie to is only about a centimeter wide and a few millimeters tall.

But it still hurt like the dickens after I rammed it into the chair. The skin above the toenail split and began to bleed. I didn't do it on purpose. I'm clumsy, always have been, but lately I've been especially clumsy. I'm a walking threat to breakable things. How does a person become less clumsy? Maybe I can move slower--I jerk around a lot--but I'm not sure if that's possible. That's like telling a turtle to step on it. I wonder what the next clumsy thing I do will be? I give myself five minutes, because it's time to go find a little breakfast in the kitchen, and that's where clumsiness strikes the most.