A few years ago, I bought a wireless mouse, used it for a few days, then put it away in favor of my old mouse. Every so often, like when I’m not feeling the course-prep love and I’m desperately looking for an excuse to procrastinate, I remember that wireless mouse, but can’t remember why I stopped using it. So I dig it out, reinstall it, use it for a while, and then put it away again. The last time that happened, I decided I would put it away so far that I wouldn’t be able to find it the next time I wanted to try it again.
I want to try it again, but I can’t remember where I put it. And no, I don’t remember why I must have decided the corded mouse was better.
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It’s in the box marked “battery wasters”, on the top shelf, right behind the jar marked “procrastinator’s marmalade” and just beside the can of “vacation sauce”.