After Pamela Aeris had left, I accidentally dropped our room service tray on the bathroom floor. The plate shattered on impact and some shrapnel sliced into my bare toes. Instantly, blood began to spill. There were chunks of salmon, salad, and sharp shards of ceramic everywhere, not to mention my red life juice that continued to flow, and I was barefoot and alone. It took me a minute to come up with an approach to this problem, but slowly and methodically, I was able to clean up the mess. Baby steps, my friends.
