Meeting a dear friend downtown for fancy lunch and catching up, and probably some teary sharing of news. I'm afraid something has been not going well for her but I'm so caught up in my own drama I haven't talked to her in almost a year. I have the not talking disease really really bad.
Then GAME ONE TONIGHT. I and my barfly ovaries 
and my husband will be rooting for the saaaks. Goa saaaks.
-Mary
Listening to bubbleheaded newscasters
and
go go go go whiiiiite sox
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