Anyway, I learned something about myself today: I’m addicted to post-it notes. If there were a post-it note rehab, I’d be there. As I look around my desk I realize that I have about a million post-it notes peppering my desk to within an inch of its life, which makes it even more amazing that someone hasn’t alerted me to this problem earlier. I have the phone number for Tivo customer service on one, my grocery shopping list on another. Keep looking and you’ll see a list of books I want to read and some passwords for my work computer (way to keep those hidden from sight, Kara). EVERYTHING is on a post-it. Maybe it wouldn’t be quite as obvious if I got the colored kind. That’s a step in the right direction, right?

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