Today was my day off, so last night (on which was supposed to be a night at the carnival for Denise's pleasure,) Tom and I went to eat at Rio and then we were going to see a drive in with Nise and Fletch but ended up going to the wrong drive in, killing the idea, and heading to Valley View (they have a wonderful movie theatre there) to make the 1020 show. After drooling over the motorcycles and Miss Thunder participants that had converged at the BW3s by the theatre, we headed in to see some Extraordinary Gentleman movie that ended up being and extraordinarily bad movie. In the end, we still had a decent night making fun of the movie.
Today was not so fun, except for the bloody mess I made hilighting Denise's hair "vampire red."
Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day. I have to keep reminding myself, but after work ends I'm sure it will be.
Tommorow I have to tell MR. 33 year old there is no way I will go out with him and I was not thinking when I gave him my number. If things become hairy, I'll just make up a significant other.
Tommorow evening is the Irish Festival, which may end up being a double with Denise and her boy wonder from Cincinatti. He is supposedly bringing along a "friend" - that is, if they come.
Well I guess the friend isn't coming. Denise just called. This shall be... interesting.
Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day. Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day.
Sure.
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Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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