This afternoon I bought groceries. This morning we ran into Barry Dempster in the diner down the street from my house. Last night. Oh, last night. We went to a fine poetry reading and chatted up some boys on the bus who had just met Chong. I bought a bottle of merlot, a bottle of chardonnay, hosted a drunken poetry salon, and had a sleepover.
None of this sounds remotely as glorious as it was.
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