Firefox spoils me. I make up a password. It remembers it. I forget it, and if I’m fortunate enough I never have to remember it again. Except for the brief moment when I couldn’t log on to MT. Joy.
Have I mentioned I’m ill.
Oh yeah, I start the job tomorrow, and I sing at my friend’s wedding in less than a week. I need my voice for this but right now I sound like a hussy. Curtis, I am your dreamgirl.