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My inability to keep track of anything caused me to SERIOUSLY embarrass myself last night. Now of course, one could argue, quite successfully, that considering how much stuff I was carrying around and the confusion of what had to be left where and certain other stresses, it made perfect sense. I stil want to beat my head into a wall for my utter lameness, however. I am not suave. One could even argue I am pathetic.

I slept a lot and that felt really good though, and things are getting done for the ball -- slowly, surely, but manageably -- which is also really good.

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That's definately the kind of thing you have to learn to let go of. After years of intense training I have learned to move on. I assume you already have as well, but in case not, it's no big deal, we all do it.

Yeah, I'm pretty over it. Good forgiving friends who probably thought it funny.

Glad to hear it.