09.25.06

The weekend started with a stupid o'clock plea to come into work Friday morning--which I honoured (because I am magnificent)--and ended with a crowned tooth failing Sunday evening.

In between there was a flat tire (Tora picked up a screw.) (The hussy.), a recording session, laundry, Fist of Dishonor, finally learning how to play 5-card draw poker, beering, cuddling, kittening, and sleeping.

I'm exhausted. But Bub's insured. My air filters have come in. We're wiring his turn signals and horn this Wednesday, and I'm taking him to the DMV on Friday. I hope.

Go. Be fabulous.

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