: Is that a crocus in your pocket?
Ah, Valentine's Day.
Blargh. After mainly dating near-psychos for the past 10 years, I've soured on the idiocy involved. My policy is to treat whoever I'm dating well every day. So why stress over one stupid day?
On a much happier note, I found the first crocus of the year in my yard yesterday. It's always a special joy.
Rehearsal went well, I reckon, last night. Only choked on one line. The roughest part was the location -- the University Center at UTK (THE NIGHT OF THE UT VERSUS KENTUCKY BASKETBALL GAME). So, I parked up on Highland to avoid the mess and walked down --dressed as an approximation of a 16th Century Spanish gentleman. Got some odd looks for that. Nobody directly addressed my attire, except for the bum who asked me for money for a beer. "I like your suit," he said.
Tonight, I could go read some of my poetry at the Satyr's Asylum open mic at the World Grotto; however, I'm thinking that I probably need physical exercise instead. Maybe I can find an opportunity to cross swords with someone.
Speaking of poetry, here's a small taste of my work:
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