I try to do a Vlog and life is really so much harder for the careless

So my attempt at a vlog has led me to wonder: am I really this much of a mumbler or is my microphone set up really that bad? If you want a lesson in how not to make a vlog, click on the link above. I think you'll get about every third word. It involves a story of me locking myself out of my house, ending up with a chandelier in the middle of my kitchen table, and other hazards of life with a walking disaster such as I am swiftly becoming.

If you can muscle through it, try to laugh with me, not at me.

So, to sum up:

On Saturday the  light fixture in the dining room fell down.

It's hanging by a cord. I put a towel under it to keep it from scratching the table, but it is too heavy for me to lift back into place and I can't figure out how to reattach it.

Did I mention Matt was gone? Yeah, he'll be back on Friday. Until then, I think we are stuck with this.

it's so bright!
When it is on it kind of looks like a campfire  in the middle of the table.