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So far this morning I've managed to trip over something in the parking lot of my office, scuff up my brand-new dark rinse jeans, regale residents of the building with a long and loud string of profanity, and tear the crap out of both my right knee and my left palm. (Scraped up knee + brand new denim = oh holy f***, that hurts!) And that's before I even got in to sit down at my computer, where the long process I left running overnight crashed horribly 95% of the way through. It can only get better from here, right? (Note: the correct answer here would be "yes, of course".)

Somebody fetch me National Geographic's Big Book of Kitties!, stat. I'll be over here in the corner, muttering "Ow. Quit it. Ow. Quit it."