Mostly it's been little cafes. You know, the kind where they don't shut down the espresso machine during the reading, so while you're trying to belt out your best string of alliterations there's this SSSSSFFFFFFFFOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! in your face. Or . . . the ones where one other person shows up and it's: the person you're reading with! Or . . . you don't read at all, which is lately the case. So hold onto your hats, ladies, but this (up there, at the top of the page) is where I am reading on Thursday night.
My heart is hurting. I am going to be sick! Get me a freaking pail!
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