I have had late nights all week. Today will be another one, followed by--supposedly, because I'm super-woman?--simultaneous working + moving-into-another-house through the weekend.
Seriously considered taking a cat nap in the ladies room at work. Decided against it, not because I was expecting a call at any moment---which I was---but because I might crack my head open on the floor tiles if I fell off the toilet.
Did I destroy some helpless public toilet in a past life, or am I just lucky lately?