The Little Things

You work all day, all week, going through the motions, doing whatever it is that you do during the hours you do it in order get the money you use to finance all the things you do during the hours that you don't, and then every once in a while you come across something like this:

"Dear Ms. Wrigglesworth:"

And there you go. The little things.

I've let this thing lay dormant for the Nth time. I need to do something, or make a point of doing nothing -- half-assery and blogs that don't update, this is not my vision for the online me.