Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: the first thing i do when i get up is grab my glasses (duh). this morning i made a mess of my nightstand while i was trying to look for them in the dark, pushed off nearly everything that was on it. but no big deal, as soon as i get some coffee everything went smoothly again. took a shower, grabbed my stuff, etc. still needed a touch of deo, but i couldn't find my can in my bedroom. again, no big deal, there's one in the bathroom after all. i still felt it was strange. there's always a can of deo in my bedroom, but i couldn't remember when i last used it nor where i put it. didn't think that much about it though, as i had to catch a train.

about 30 minutes in the train ride, 1h30 since i woke up, i staggered upon the realization while pondering about random stuff. it must've been on my nightstand as i used it yesterday to get rid of the pot smell that was, but.. it wasn't on the floor when i put everything back on my nightstand. "where didn't i check for fallen stuff?". behind the nightstand and my bed there runs a heating pipe to my radiator. fuck.

i called my mom on her cellphone if she could check behind my bed for a can of deo. she wasn't home but doing groceries. here i should mention that my mom definitely has anxiety issues. she went into *full terror mode*. started shouting in panic in the supermarket i guess. because she never uses her car to do groceries, she couldn't quickly drive home to check if everything was alright. but because of my stupid mistake, *the house must've been on fire by now*! she was on foot and she's 60. not that slim, not even average. she breathes badly when she is anxious. what have i done?

15ish minutes later, earlier than i expected, i got the message that she had found the can of deo behind the nightstand on the heating pipe, that it was definitely hot and that i'm an idiot. she sent me a message, the drama has yet to follow.

 

update: her reaction when i came home went from "it's fine, this is how fires start, at least you've learned your lesson, it could've been worse, but you're still an idiot" to pleas (in her high-pitched voice whenever she gets upset) that "this is because of the weed you're smoking, you must stop before it will fuck up your brain" pretty rapidly. all that while my dad's sitting there, with a smug grin on his face, because he's not the subject of her corrective rantings this time. but he said that i'm an idiot as well, so yeah.

TIFU by waking up like a zombie