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Make sure you play mice with everyone, dear.
That’s the sound, they’re working on the chain letter gang-a-ang.
Procrastination and distraction, structure and limits, social interaction all rolled into one. How can I say no? Is this procrastinator thing a taunt? A suggestion? A requirement? To resolve these ambiguities I decided to leave a little bit of time before responding, but not too long. I hope I’ve found the middle ground.
What am I doing here? That’s right.
Please tell a fun weird fact and how you learned it.
Well, kasey beat me to the punch on the mice weird facts, but I’m happy about that. My toaster now has a nice new cover.
Anyone who has read my bio would be aware that I live in Tasmania, which I have to begrudging admit is part of Australia. Due to recent random reveries compliments of Kathy Copeland Gadden I was reminded that in the 70s in Australia you could purchase something called Convict Pyjamas.
