not-entirely-GIP

I lost my passcard this afternoon.

I retraced my steps (I haven't been all that many places) and couldn't find it, so I sent out an email asking for help.

Then I looked down and saw it under my chair, and had to send out another broadcast email cancelling the panic. So Martha sent me a slightly different version of this icon.

And there you go, the most unpleasant but certainly not the most strenuous part of my day.

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This week is kicking my ass.

And it's only 2 days old.

I think I'm gonna go see a silly movie and try to forget my troubles.