Picturing 2008, 2009, and 2010 in print creeps me out a little bit. I'm used to seeing 300 BC, 1138 AD, and years like that. 2010 makes me feel like I'll soon be shoved on a spaceship without my permission and hurtled over to the next galaxy. Everything will be made of chrome.
I've been compiling a list in my brain of all the reasons why I can't
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