Breakfast-time endeavor
. . . There's a new gold rush on, apparently?
Right. Who wants to open up a brothel/bar with me?
Mm, yeah, that's all I have to say at the moment. Show goes up today, and I'm busy calling on Thespis and Dionysus and Ganesh and every other god of theatre and things going well to send us some Fucking Magic.
I feel like House -- partly 'cause I'm vaguely convinced that the people around me are idiots, but mostly because somehow I've bruised my right thigh, and my right knee's been bothering me for a while. I don't quite limp, but ow.
Having a cane would be kinda fun, anyway.
(Man, House is totally on my list of possible Halloween costumes. The other top contenders are some incarnation of the Doctor, and Rosie the Riveter.)
Right. Who wants to open up a brothel/bar with me?
Mm, yeah, that's all I have to say at the moment. Show goes up today, and I'm busy calling on Thespis and Dionysus and Ganesh and every other god of theatre and things going well to send us some Fucking Magic.
I feel like House -- partly 'cause I'm vaguely convinced that the people around me are idiots, but mostly because somehow I've bruised my right thigh, and my right knee's been bothering me for a while. I don't quite limp, but ow.
Having a cane would be kinda fun, anyway.
(Man, House is totally on my list of possible Halloween costumes. The other top contenders are some incarnation of the Doctor, and Rosie the Riveter.)