Somebody to buy cat food and make dinner and put out my recycling. And massage my son's head which I've just had a request for.
Apparently I'm one of those types who needs a lot of down time to stare at things. And putter. I like to putter. Without my putter time, I get pull-out-my-hair irritable and little things -- like the fact my semi-new laptop's trackpad is on the fritz -- make me want to pull out my eyebrows.
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