Unless I'm one short for the week and then it does... I swear, every time I finish a post I hear the Doogie Houser theme song and picture that damn computer he always typed on. I always wondered what he did with those entries. He never saved them. He never went back. There was no formatting, no fonts, nothing. Seems like a pretty unorganized way for a child genius to keep memoirs.
You'd think he'd have a traper keeper or something...
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