Even if the glazing on your bisqued pottery looks like the faded Victorian pillow you would hide if friends were coming, even if you ruin the final grapevine sequence of a tango in front of 300 very wealthy people who weren't really watching anyway, even if you finally think you're harnessing your novel until you read page 61 at 3:37 in the morning and page 61 is not so very excellent, even if you need a haircut and are going to NYC without one,