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Apr. 9th, 2003 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupOh my good god. I have a brain tumor or a mental condition or something.
I came down to the Connect-Lab (the enclosed space with very few people but lots of ports for me to access with my laptop) to do a little work, and lo and behold, as I walk up to the door to punch in my code...
Nothing.
Fives and threes figure somewhere in the SEVEN DIGIT CODE, that's a phone number, and it's the number I most regularly dial, for christ's sake. I dial that number into the door more often than I dial any other number (to be fair, this is because some of the numbers are on speed dial). How on earth could I forget it?
Twenty minutes solid I tried codes. Fives and threes and zeros. Oh my god. I feel so incredibly stupid, but it's like the little bit of my brain that retains what few numbers I am able to cope with -- I still use my fingers to add five and seven -- has entirely shut down.
I am a moron.
I came down to the Connect-Lab (the enclosed space with very few people but lots of ports for me to access with my laptop) to do a little work, and lo and behold, as I walk up to the door to punch in my code...
Nothing.
Fives and threes figure somewhere in the SEVEN DIGIT CODE, that's a phone number, and it's the number I most regularly dial, for christ's sake. I dial that number into the door more often than I dial any other number (to be fair, this is because some of the numbers are on speed dial). How on earth could I forget it?
Twenty minutes solid I tried codes. Fives and threes and zeros. Oh my god. I feel so incredibly stupid, but it's like the little bit of my brain that retains what few numbers I am able to cope with -- I still use my fingers to add five and seven -- has entirely shut down.
I am a moron.
