Sheri needs to stop playing with Google.

Type "[your name] needs" into Google.

Sheri needs to find a WWII German nurse's uniform pattern.
(Really, I don't. And I'm frightened that someone does.)

Sheri needs a ride for 1 to San Ramon.
(It's 61 and sunny there.)

Sheri needs help.
(Kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?)

Sheri needs to go.
(To San Ramon? Or to the bathroom?)

Sheri needs a serious attitude adjustment.
(Oh yeah? Says who?)

Sheri needs help with Broodlord quest chain.
(Obviously.)

Sheri needs to get some sleep.
(Who doesn't?)

Sheri needs more data.
(Again, I say, who doesn't?)

Sheri needs a road trip.
(Yes, to San Ramon. We already went over this.)

Sheri needs a deformed finger.
(To get the last of the peanut butter out of the jar? Like the meganosed fly who drinks the nectar out of the long deep floral tubes of its botanical counterpart. Darwin would be thrilled.)

Sheri needs to check with prison officials.
(Always a good idea.)

Sheri needs help identifying the two seated adults in this photograph.
(Uh, check the back of the picture.)

Sheri needs random sex and lots of it.
(Random partners? Random positions? Perhaps it's just a lot of sex with a person named Random, though I know of only one and she's fictional, and teenage, and a she, so not my type.)

Sheri needs direction to proceed with Phase 2.
(Awaiting instructions like a good little agent.)

Sheri needs to be left alone.
(Please exit in an orderly fashion.)