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Sometimes I fuck up. It's usually just small stuff like turning a piece of meat into a black rock or tripping over my own feet, but then sometimes it goes south rather royally. Like now when I've accidentally fucked up my e-mail. Fucked up how? Well... I might've changed the password and never really finished the process and thus gotten caught between "change password" and "answer secret question". I know - way to go! It's quite annoying. It's even more annoying that I had to send a mail to the support and provide a bunch of info to make sure that it's my e-mail. Like I remember my secret question. And even if I did - like it would be answered properly. That never happens. Times like these it's a trait I really hate about myself. If only I wrote stuff down. If only I planned ahead. If only I was smart enough to actually finish stuff and not end mid-process. What a world it would be! Now... all I have to do is wait another 20+ hours and hopefully they'll realise that yes, it's her account and yes, she's rather stupid and yes, we can fix her account for her. If this doesn't work I'm going to alternative e-mails. We don't want that.

Tip of the day: Singing with a bad throat is a really stupid idea.