To some extent: Phoebe just called and we've rescheduled the gym for Friday, because she worked late last night and the last plane didn't leave until 11:30 or something like that, so she needs more sleep. Which means I have a little more time to go pick up my shirts at the cleaners, stop at the store and drop by the management office - my downstairs neighbor just called and asked if I could deliver her rent for her because she's got food poisoning and doesn't want to even open her door.
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