Playing to typeLast December, after we had been dating for around 7 months, Carrie emailed me Quitting the Paint Factory: On the Virtues of Idleness, proving she already knew me quite well.
True to form, I printed out the article but it sat on my desk for the last 15 months, occassionally taunting me with its presence but usually buried under a pile of unread mail. I finally started reading the article last night.
Because I am moving on Sunday and was supposed to be packing. You sent me the article, Carrie, so you only have yourself to blame.
