Yesterday, thanks to a little creature whose very favorite thing is practicing his yowling skills at 2AM, I was so tired that when I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of a meeting, I stood in front of an open sliding door and pawed at the lock like a monkey, trying to figure out how to open...the open sliding door. Someone had to help me. For seriously. Miraculously, the people with whom I was meeting did not immediately have me escorted from the building with a pat on the back and a thankyouverymuchdon'tcalluswe'llcallyou.
(Speaking of this meeting, I have some fantastic news coming up shortly. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED. I'll tell you soon.)
Anyway, today I feel slightly less tired. I think I'll be able to manage opening doors without assistance, at the very least.
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