Call me before you’re dead; we’ll make some plans instead
It was about nine o’clock before the belly dancer came out. We had listened to a half an hour of the band warming up, and another forty-five minutes of their introductory numbers. She swept down to the floor all the way from some distant back room behind the raised bar, her bare feet silent against [...]
So I'm done having killer mysterious headaches and surprising personal calamities and getting doubly suprising promotions. I Twitter now (peep that HA HA HA see what I did there) and I'm back to blogging, so it's now officially more than you can stand.
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