I think the inordinate amount of time I spend alone is causing my social muscle (gland?) to atrophy. It doesn't tend to affect my customer service skills, perhaps because I'm in my element at work, but it sure shows on the rare occasion I'm in a public setting.
On the plus side I got a Halloween card from my dad today and he put this sticker in it.
It seems that dorkiness is genetic. But maybe he's on to something.
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