Anyway, I'm emailing my sister when a chat message popped up. I've learned to view this development with nervous apprehension, because, well, if you've read my blog at all, you know why.
I waited for the name to pop up, figuring it was Flirty Whats-his-face who is hell-bent on making me tell him to get lost.
It wasn't. That wasn't at all comforting. This look familiar?