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Lately I have been a little, how you say, out of sorts in the morning. I don't know what happened, I used to be a pretty ok morning person. This morning I did all my morning business, which is actually a lot less dirty than it sounds, made my coffee, and went upstairs to unplug my little baby ipod. Next thing I knew, my coffee had run away. I looked everywhere for it. In the bathroom, next to my computer. I even tiptoed around my room in case I put it on the floor (You only have to knock over coffee onto your floor when you are in a hurry once before you learn your lesson). No dice. I started randomly opening doors and closets at that point and sure enough, there it was, in my hallway linen closet. I swear that mug was laughing at me. I still have no idea how it got in there, I mean I know I must have put it in there because there really is no other way, but I don't remember doing it. You cannot discriminate against me for my age. Michael Scott said so, as told to him by Jan. So it must be true.