but today was kind of awful and stupid.
What a difference a day makes.
Sigh.
Crossed over one of the river bridges into downtown. Always beautiful, sometimes painfully so in the way that beautiful can be.
What will make me happy tonight?
.... floaty pieces of paper, Angie, Mick Jagger in French.
Doesn't really matter if I can understand what he's telling me. I'm pretty sure it is something about shiny and tight pants and the difficulty of singing in the middle of a smoke machine.
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