There are no excuses in deal-making, particularly if you do want to make one. (Wait, is that even a sentence?) So, in times that are good for seemingly everyone but myself, it lead me back to Hollywood and a discussion of current standings and plans.
I wish I was speaking of Conference USA football bets, but sadly, I am not. More pressing matters exist.
As a result, I've been looking in unexpected areas...some rarely searched territory. On other fronts, the "usual" - though not so much to me. Calls, bribes, so on. But we're looking for gold, and if cardinal comes with it, I'm not arguing with the decision. We're also aiming for the future of the biznazz, which was the main topic of the meal.
Sydney kept sending suggestions, I concurred, and they were correct. The night kept moving, we kept agreeing, and happiness continued for all. You can tell when effort is made, and while it kept coming, it was a motivator. We wanted more.
We ambled out up Fairfax stuffed and pleased, but only one of us was satisfied for the future. It wasn't me, and while I have these plates spinning and things are looking up, the shit monkey remains on my back.
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