Instead of attending 14 hours of MBE review today and tomorrow, I have decided that (1) I will spend today naked in the backyard eating chicken and lackadaisically reviewing the 77 problems I missed on the simulated MBE yesterday, and then biking slowly downtown to see my therapist, and (2) tomorrow I will go to Dolores Park at noon and drink beers until the Dyke March, and then march in the Dyke March, and then sleep on Handle's floor and wake up for a Sunday morning party that begins at 9 a.m. with glasses of rosé. Why? Because I don't care, and the least I can do is spend the weekend drunk and eating chicken.
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