Day Two

Crisis one: bus is late, apparently not coming
Crisis two: whilst calling taxi I fail to catch the bus that is fifteen minutes late
Crisis three: after entering taxi, driver asks "where is that?" about my destination
Crisis four: find that one of my pills has been destroyed in transit
Crisis five: insufficient lunch made worse by inedible fruit
Crisis six: reaching exhaustion crash point three hours before quitting time
Crisis seven: not having the energy to go see Marah and eat her wonderful food

Kudos: I kept dropping things and having them fall into the right destination