Okay, so I think I may have recovered from this weekend. My eyes no longer have that delightful hepatitis-yellow tinge, and my hands aren’t shaking any more than usual. In short, it’s that weird transitional time: the one between “I never, ever wanna see alcohol again” and “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, who do I have to felch around here to get an Absolut/rocks/dirty?”
On a completely different note, I now seem to have two pals in the American Southwest (Albequerque, to be exact): first Corky and now Drioux. Historically, I’ve not encountered too many people from this part of the country, but what I see, I like….
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