We ran a big work meeting this morning, which meant catering. (I suspect one of my colleagues produces baked goods as a sort of defense mechanism.) So last night the sound of the Mars-bar-grating was heard in Chez Us. It all went down quite well.
And then I split my lip, pretty amazingly even for me. (I have Bad Habits that make bleeding from the mouth a not uncommon occurrence.)
All this adds up to feeling a little faint from having consumed nothing since breakfast but sugar and my own blood.
My life really is this exciting, by the way. I don't fake it for the cameras.
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If you require emergency extraction from the longest work meeting in history, (it has been recognized by Guinness, or at least recognized while drinking Guinness) blink out the following pattern.
- short, long
- short, long, short, short
- long
- short, short, short, short
- short, long
- short, long, short, short
- short, short, long
- short, short, short
- pause
- short, long, short
- long, long, long
- long, short, long, short
- long, short, long
- short, short, short
Ninja will emerge and kill anyone who has been holding the meeting up allowing you to make good your escape. Of course if you are in a sugar induced coma, please feel free to ignore the proceeding message.
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