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It is a tale told by an idiot. Or, through horoscopes.
( what's up with that? the Cancer remix )
Last night's performance of Cassanova went well, despite myself, and afterwards I sat on the couch in the basement and listened to most of Nomy's singing as it pulsed down through the ceiling/floor. Then we snuck out without saying good-byes to ANYone (apologies, but at least no one was favored?) and there were miles to go before I slept. Even then I didn't fall all the way asleep -- the six hours in bed felt more like an extended nap, only quasi-refreshing.
Today I'm back at the office. I'd say it's great to be here, but then I'd be lying. Though it's really not too bad.
And for some reason, I just realized it's August.
( what's up with that? the Cancer remix )
Last night's performance of Cassanova went well, despite myself, and afterwards I sat on the couch in the basement and listened to most of Nomy's singing as it pulsed down through the ceiling/floor. Then we snuck out without saying good-byes to ANYone (apologies, but at least no one was favored?) and there were miles to go before I slept. Even then I didn't fall all the way asleep -- the six hours in bed felt more like an extended nap, only quasi-refreshing.
Today I'm back at the office. I'd say it's great to be here, but then I'd be lying. Though it's really not too bad.
And for some reason, I just realized it's August.
