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Happy Weekend Demons
Too Tired To Detail Google hit for "rockabillybabe." Maybe Mel? I miss that fabulous girl. Up at 3:00 am to gas up and get some practice on the bike. The city was full of people it seemed and hence dreamlike. Max joined me at 6:00 am and nearly ran me over as we left a parking lot. A Judi walk. A call from The Demon Who Always Does The Right Thing who text-messaged me that my breath was bad. Dodged coffee with Mayflower. Did some grocery shopping. Had lunch with Max and Ladas at some PF Chang's knockoff where I had to send my salad back because the dressing that I asked twice to be left off was, of course, on the salad when it arrived. Now? Home for a nap. Happy Weekend, Demons.
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