sovay | It's so much thriftier than mine

Thirty-six hours later, many of them spent on the phone with various representatives of the internet provider who tried to close a ticket on a problem they had not actually solved, we have internet again. I ran a lot of errands and read with the cats and ate the last of the curry over noodles and was relieved to realize when I woke up this morning that Hugh Laurie had not died in the night, because I had dreamed he had in one of those vivid, slightly delusional ways which persisted between bouts of sleep and I was reasonably upset about it. Now that I can look up trivia about famous people without resorting to a public library, I have discovered that his father was an Olympic rower. And now that our television works again, I am going to watch something on TCM.

It's so much thriftier than mine

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