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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.