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: so, quick disclaimer, this happened 3 days ago, and it's not so big of a fuckup, but under certain circumstances could have been.

this story starts on **wed**, i had a final and decided to stay awake studying all night (i obviously failed, because that's not how college works) this action shifted my sleep cycle really hard; went to sleep at 14:00 and woke up at around 20:00, ending that "day" going to bed at around 8 in the morning of **thu**.

now i had a basketball game scheduled with my friends at 16:00 that day, if you do the math it would be little less to 8 hours of sleep, good enough... for normal people, i'm a sleepyhead and got awakened by my friend calling me, already 10 minutes late for the match. this puts a lot of pressure on me (because everybody pays for the court but the latter you arrive, the less time you have to play) so i did something that i don't recall doing before, jumped out of bed, put on my pants an shoes, grab my phone, and went straight to the car, and recklessly drive at dangerous speeds to the court (another not recommended/illegal thing).

get in the match without even warming up a bit, and i give all of myself for the next 30 minutes or so, and then i start noticing something: i'm feeling light-headed, and it's getting a little hard to breathe (beyond normal fatigue). -"huh, might be because i didn't warm up, gonna play more defensive"- i think, but as the game goes on, i get worse and worse, until it's very hard for me to even walk, and keep my eyes open, and this is where i realized: **"i haven't eaten anything for the past 18 hours or so"**. 

my pressure is at floor level. after sitting for a bit, and people asking me what's going on, the dude that manages the court (a real bro) brings me some cookies with sugar, and helps me to go get some air.

the rest of the match went alright, those cookies saved me and the match (not really, we lost, but at least i participated...).

i hope this serves as a lesson, that no exercise can happen with an empy stomach, because well... that's where all of your energy comes from actually.

 

edit: i really don't know how to make a shrug.

TIFU by not checking my HUNGER stat.