Inanimate Objects: 1, Moi: 1

The first thing I do upon waking up is switching on my computer, then I go get a cup of tea and come back to check my mails and facebook before getting ready to go to the university.

On Tuesday morning, holding a cup of tea in one hand, I sat down and reached over to switch off the box fan [which was ON all night since it was so hot]. The next thing I knew, the fan was on the floor, and part of the frame was broken into bits and pieces. Don't look at me, I didn't do anything! I blame the fan for somehow grabbing my hand and forcing me to knock it down. Anyway, I hadn't had my tea yet, so I couldn't be bothered to pick up the fan box. I let it go on running until I was done with checking my mail, all the while thinking: "Take that sucker! Go on making that stupid noise! See if I'll pick you up!"

Inanimate object: 0, Moi: 1

Later as I walked nonchalantly into my first lecture at the university, I walked by a table, and what should I hear but what sounded like an incredibly loud noise made when cloth gets torn. You guessed right! It was the revenge of the inanimate objects! The table had been waiting for me. It held on to my blouse, and snagged it when I refused to stay put. Needless to say, only at that moment everyone stopped talking and some of the people moaned in sympathy.

Total score? Inanimate object: 1, Moi: 1

Though I have to say, I tend to either snag my clothes onto things, or burn them while ironing. Maybe it was just regular Let's-destroy-another-piece-of-cloth Day. So I wouldn't be entirely sure about that total score. . .