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My house ate my script. I have no idea where it is, because I've turned the house upside down and I still haven't found it.

This is why I don't clean, dammit. I have such a bad memory I have to put things in the excatly the same place, or the last place where I thought I saw it, was where I last saw it two months previous.

The technical director is going to kill me, kill me dead.