I've decided that Fridays are my enemies. For some reason, everyone and his brother decides he must call me, email me, text me, IM me, or come to my door on Fridays. I literally feel like I'm being dumped on. I'm busier just trying to run my household than a medical receptionist is running a medical clinic. It's ridiculous.
I've decided that once I move, I'm going into super-secret hermit
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