(siouxsie, “face to face”)
For some reason I’m hung over out of habit today. I had ONE glass of absinthe at the bar last night, upon arrival at 10:30, and then that was it. Cut off. I danced for three of the four hours I was at Bar Sinister, too, until I realized that the quads which took me thirty-five miles on Friday on my bike, were going to give out from under me – even in the flats I was wearing. Then I stopped.
However, since I have a kickball game – I have to run rather than writing blog entries. But there’s one on Friday’s Critical Mass coming soon. I hope.
