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Today, I wanted to write you a long, interesting series of thoughts on internet friendships, but I didn't because it turns out that I couldn't both clean my house and write a blog post. Did I mention how much I do not recommend fibromyalgia? In fact, if somebody ever gets you fibromyalgia for your birthday, you should patently refuse to even open it. Unless, of course, you've checked it out on Consumer Reports, and yours is the kind that you can treat by just eating healthy and taking a couple of ibuprofen. In that case, you might want to go ahead and open it, just to be nice.
But I wouldn't re-gift it unless you're intentionally trying to be an asshole. Because it may be worse for the person you re-gift it to. It may, for instance, cause them to become allergic to doing laundry. That would be OK for them if they can get their loved ones to do all the laundry, so then you might want to go ahead and re-gift it if you absolutely can't think of anything else to give them and they have everything already. But they won't like it if they're very benevolent and would feel sad to see their loved ones doing all the laundry. Or if, like me, they aren't benevolent, but they can't get their loved ones to do all the laundry and doing all the laundry themselves makes them violently ill. If that's the case, get them Mono. It's more temporary.
This post does not come with my usual thoughts, links, posts or shout-outs. Nothing but the gift-giving advice. What I really want you to do is go join the conversation here.
You can get me that for my birthday. Don't wait 'til next June. I am still accepting presents for this last birthday. By all means, though, don't get me fibromyalgia. It would be awkward both because I would know you were being a douche and because I've got some already.
I should probably stop now. I'll try to write a real Friday Retroflective next week. It'd help it you came and cleaned my house.