I could blame throwing my phone into a door on the new meds I'm on, but honestly, that's just too easy. Working on my temper is a lifelong work, and it still needs work.

Also, literally, I mean *into* a door. Hollow-core, penetrated one side completely by an inch and just stuck there at waist height. I appear to have levelled up in the deadly art of Throwing Electronics.

Now I have to fix the door. I could probably just ask the building management to do it, I'm sure they've seen worse than this piddling little injury, but I feel responsible and need an act of penance to apologize properly to our new residence. Besides, I've seen the quality of their paintwork. I'd rather do it.

(Phone is fine. New crack in the screen protector, that's it. Solid beastie. n.n)