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08.19.05 I am anticipating a very full weekend. Tonight, the Vinos are playing a camping/private party near (from what I understand) Spirit Mountain Casino. I'm leaving straight from work. I expect that I won't get back until the wee hours--or tomorrow morning. Today's going to be a very, very long day. We've got another gig tomorrow evening--a house party. Happily, that's in town. But I know that I'll be up late again. Sunday seems relatively calm. There's a dinner party to go to. I wildly offered to make some sort of side dish...oh, argh. *grin* Let's see what happens, shall we? Of course, poetry Sunday evening. That is if I can drag my tired, 40-year-old ass there. Then back to work Monday morning. Eep. *laugh* So I won't be yapping at y'all for the next few days. Yeah, you're so disappointed. *crickets chirping* Ahem. Go. Be fabulous. Back one. ||||| Forward one.
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