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But it's been swallowed by the mass of stuff that's happened in the past twenty-four hours and the tiny, tiny amount of sleep that was too full of dreaming and comfort to really process any of it.
...~thinks about it...shakes head~ Nope. No play by play available. Just... ~blinks~ Yeah.
1) I have the coolest, hottest, most kick-ass Pack known to man or beast. 2) The Corner, for all it's stuffed cheek-by-jowl with tables, is one hell of a place to be on a Friday night. Go with vibrant friends. Go with your shields at half mast. Drink water all night while they do shots of gods-know-what. All the buzz, a tenth of the price. And the music's just about enough to get stoned on, all by itself, so long as it's a bloke named Dave on guitar.
3) ... ... ~small coyote smile~ No, on second thought, that one's mine. Sorry, all... ;D
~blinks blearily at the screen~ Yeah. So. A cheerful one to end on tonight, thanks to the good Mr. Thomas Earl Petty and his band of fine young men, from their sophomore album You're Gonna Get It... (seriously excellent album...)
...~rereads intended lyrics~ whoa, shit, no, those're too close to the bone. Let's go a little further afield, try it again...~shuffles through songs~ ( Here we go... )
G'night, guys.
...~thinks about it...shakes head~ Nope. No play by play available. Just... ~blinks~ Yeah.
1) I have the coolest, hottest, most kick-ass Pack known to man or beast. 2) The Corner, for all it's stuffed cheek-by-jowl with tables, is one hell of a place to be on a Friday night. Go with vibrant friends. Go with your shields at half mast. Drink water all night while they do shots of gods-know-what. All the buzz, a tenth of the price. And the music's just about enough to get stoned on, all by itself, so long as it's a bloke named Dave on guitar.
3) ... ... ~small coyote smile~ No, on second thought, that one's mine. Sorry, all... ;D
~blinks blearily at the screen~ Yeah. So. A cheerful one to end on tonight, thanks to the good Mr. Thomas Earl Petty and his band of fine young men, from their sophomore album You're Gonna Get It... (seriously excellent album...)
...~rereads intended lyrics~ whoa, shit, no, those're too close to the bone. Let's go a little further afield, try it again...~shuffles through songs~ ( Here we go... )
G'night, guys.
