My dear sweet best friend Wendy is in my kitchen right now helping the new Y2K-compliant chip get organized. This is the way it worked back when we lived together; she would make me stand in front of the sink and would not let me leave until all the dishes were done. Why don’t you girls understand this is what you have to do with me?
A lot of journals have come online tonight. I’m pretty excited about how this will all be working in a month or so.
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