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2001-05-21 :: 7:55 p.m. So we all seem to be in a funk these days, me and my 'Nuns. Well, I can't speak for Fiona, she's probably having a better time of it, but Trixi, Ruby, and I are struggling. Work, love, life. Lather, rinse, repeat. Spin cycle. I promise them a tidal wave of whiskey, though. And we'll dance it out. Jazz hands! I'm joking. About the jazz hands. |