Friday marked the seven-year anniversary of this page. Zounds!
When I started writing here, Clinton was President, Dorkass' parents were stockpiling potatoes and bottled water in anticipation of Y2K, Percy was merely 107, the Approval Whore was just the flirty bad idea down the hall, and I still saw my friends in non-work-related capacities. Good times.
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