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Coffee is a drug. I've renounced it, mostly because tea is better in every way, but I sold more fish than any of you will sell in four lifetimes tonight, and the dead in my muscles and behind my eyes that started to overtake me around eight o'clock was really not an option. I'm doing laundry, and singing, and reading, and sewing, and maybe writing. And maybe I'll meet the sun. Fuck. As Debbie's doppelgänger would say, this is terrible.

Those of you in or near Philadelphia may be interested to know that tomorrow night, Monday, between eight and midnight there will be an all Madonna drag show at the Tavern on Camac. Every other time I've ever been there I've been absolutely obliterated before even getting to the door, so I am inclined to believe it to be the greatest queer bar on the face of the earth, despite my being nearly certain that I am wrong. There is usually a piano bar downstairs, and a dance floor upstairs. It costs a suggested donation of five dollars. Come be my friend, please. I promise not to be that drunk kid. (This time.)

Look at what Webster has done!