I have gone bankrupt on my jokes.
I cut my finger yesterday while cutting oranges.
I spent $800 on my car and it came out of service station with more scratches and cracks than it had previously.
None of my novels is moving forward.
I took more than a week to finish one short story.
Research is also not coming good. God only knows what is wrong with those cells.
All this and much more and I am more than 15,000 miles away from home.
I am still better than those at International Space Station. Poor lot, they are without a proper functional loo for quite a few days now.
(I know! I am very mean, I am always trying to find somebody more hapless than me.)