He approaches, ripe with trepidation, hesitates, and proceeds to accept my challenge. With a giant, deep breath and a renewed sense of relief, I jazz my anxious hands, contractually binding our verbal agreement. Mitch rolls his disapproving eyes, as you might expect. Eye rolling is his thing. He is judgmentally ill, after all. We have a pact, nonetheless.
Now the work begins on this unified ambition. There are details to sort. Logistics to logisticate. Lists must be listed! We will require lists to list alphabetically, lists to list numerically and lists to list randomly. Then there is the research. We must not overlook the several minutes of arduous research needed to pull this game of games off. It's best that I get to it, straight away. Let the games begin...or at the very least, let the beginning stages of the initial planning phases for said games begin.
Today's Jazz Hands were an act of solidarity.
Day one-hundred and ninety complete.
Now the work begins on this unified ambition. There are details to sort. Logistics to logisticate. Lists must be listed! We will require lists to list alphabetically, lists to list numerically and lists to list randomly. Then there is the research. We must not overlook the several minutes of arduous research needed to pull this game of games off. It's best that I get to it, straight away. Let the games begin...or at the very least, let the beginning stages of the initial planning phases for said games begin.
Today's Jazz Hands were an act of solidarity.
Day one-hundred and ninety complete.
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