Enough Of This Gay Banter!
I’ve got a post in the works which will use bits of Plato's Symposium to explain just how it is, exactly, that Friday’s post is not an emo recipe for disaster, but my brain is a bit tired right now and I do have to go dancing tonight. Tango, actually. Or, not so much Tango as a series of six steps which, someday, will vaguely resemble Tango in much the same way that I resemble a sensible person. Currently, it's sweaty and awkward, like so much in life.
Right now, though, I have to start a book club. And after I get back from stumbling around with strangers, I'll continue work on the fourth short story I've written in the past five months.
Oh, and laundry. Have to do that, too.
Rich full life and all that.
