I am determined to survive long enough for the gift of a NYE party, Drinker's West never fear, but I know if I set my alarm Sunday and drive to Arch Street early and then drive home and rest until sevenish, that the website is fooling me and the branch will be locked, despite Photo Center claim; no biggy, can't drink like I used to and maybe the bar will accept my explanation, but spastic want a one night of fun before she resumes her internal John Grisham movie against the entire city, if necessary.
Why must I be Don Quixote in tits? Just get exploited long enough, and cross your fingers that I can finally do this update, and if not, that my Medicare card will work. Barring a traffic accident, blizzard, or sudden death, I'll be there.
Thank you for being such an inspiration to me and others around you.
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