10 minutes ago, on the phone with a male colleague in charge of our soccer fantasy league (I know, I'm a dork... but it's a feminist stance and I'm kicking male chauvinistic asses on the league as we speak)
Col: Hey you win... 69 to 62
Me: (clearly absent minded) Of course I won with 69, that's my lucky number...
Col: (silence) (nervous laugh)
Me: (realizing what I just disclosed) m'okay, thanks, bye
(repeatedly hitting my head with the phone...)
As I've said once already... sometime I should just shut the eff up
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I imagine I will be a wreck in any meetings I have this week, what with no sleep and being anxious and all. But I hope not to have THAT kind of slip up...heh.
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