I might have a job as a cocktail waitress in Soho. Temporary fix for my ever-dwindling funds. There is a live Cuban band every night. I refuse to be sucked back into the vampiric lifestyle of working nights, however -- this is a TEMPORARY FIX.
Last night I had a dream that was very much inspired by your birthday donuts. I met you in a candy/pastry store and you were talking about your birthday party but I wasn't invited :( Subconscious anxiety dream. Then I started eating donuts. Extreme fatty that I am becoming. Yesterday I ate so much Easter chocolate it makes me hate myself.
I don't even know when Easter is, anyway.