Out of nowhere, there it was. In my brain. At my fingertips.
I shouted in the newsroom, and everyone cheered, as though something really tremendous had happened. Which it had. I finally remembered my stupid PIN. Finally.
I IMd Emily who is in the middle of a meeting, and she shouted it out as though it were breaking news.
In other breaking news, I just changed it to be a birthday that I could remember. Because then even if I forget the numbers in the future, which I just might, then at least I can be like “Oh, it’s so and so’s birthday.” And then I can ask that person what the birthday is, and then this will never happen again.