No sick, perverse, grotesque, near-bacchanalian celebrations this year. No Mardi Gras for me, and for the first time ever. I'm fucking depressed about it, and the reality of all the fun craziness I'll be missing hit me just now, like a mean left hook. Why it hasn't sunk in until now I can't explain
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That's why I suggest we take a sunny getaway once it warms up(, and we can save money, and agree on a time). My batteries are running low.
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