Yesterday I had a long-do list. I knew when I completed it I would be well on my way to completing every to-do list every day for the rest of my life. My life would be in order, I would be respectable, and my mother in heaven could smile down on me in pride.
Then Veronica Mars arrived in the mail from Netflix.
Sorry, Mom. Again.
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Ha ha!
There's gotta be room for Veronica Mars in your day.
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