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[managerial]

Sweetie, it's flattering that this great exodus or great need to back up your journals or however you're dramatically referring to it today got you to decide to "wake me up" again.  Goodness knows I haven't had anything of interest to do just sitting up here, but it's not much better now, especially since you're hesitant to throw me at people who aren't from "my world" or at least "my time period"  (I suppose I'm grateful you don't enjoy that awkward of situations) and you don't want to make up anything that would have to be "retconned" when my next season starts in months and months.

But really, what is it that you plan on doing with me?  You don't have plans.  You just thought it would be fun to toss me around a bit?  I know you hate being called a dilettante, but the best way to avoid that is to avoid being that.

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[pheromones]

No plans means more possibilities.

[managerial]

Now, I suppose that's certainly true.

[lastmanstanding]

...What's a dilettante?

[managerial]

Essentially, it's one who dabbles.

[lastmanstanding]

I'm going to have to write that one down. That's a SAT prep score word.

[managerial]

A -- yes. It's a useful word, too.