Earlier this week, as I walked into the theater for that evening's performance of
The Tragedy of He-Manlet, Prince of Eternia (for which I'm running lights & sound), the bartender - drinking at the theater's bar, her shift not yet begun - looked over at me and grinned, "I like your swagger."
Oh. Geez. That."Thanks," I mumbled, feeling a self-
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Just when I was contemplating a life without LJ, you reappear.
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It's more that when I'm walking by myself, and lost in thought, it's stupidly easy for that to start happening without my intent. ;)
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