M. saved my life. I received an email a few days ago notifiying me of an electrical shutdown in buildings A, B, and C on the 14th and 18th of december. This would be fine if I wasn’t a month and a half into ANOTHER set of calculations. And if I wasn’t leaving for the holidays on the 17th, rendering me as helpless as a newborn sea turtle in a raccoon’s nest. Needless to say I was incredulous, unable to fully express the cosmic injustice. Just as my face was reddening, my blood pressure skyrocketted, and that stroke nearly reared its ugly head, M. reminded me that I am in building D, diverting all disasters.

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