Fridays…is there anything they can’t do? Not that my spirits were down, but I was looking forward to today for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the oral cavity torture expert–I mean, dentist–appointment I had at ten this morning. They can say all they want, the vacuous “how are yous” and [...]
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