So, I was talking on the phone to Anne in Vancouver last night for an hour - I love Anne - and E was encouraging me to ticket my air travel to LAX next weekend - which I did - and the fare DROPPED nearly $100 since yesterday around noon when I made the reservation!
So, this morning (after the hookah was sending me text messages at 05:15) I had a dream about Jarred (the bartender.) A dream, mind you! In technicolor! He was so casual, and just started showing me where he had used this new electronic device to zap a pimple that had developed in an ingrown hair. On his butt. Which required him taking off his pants. And his shirt. Which led to ..
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