I'm not a huge fan of the exclamation point, as, in general, I don't get overly worked up about things, unless I do, and then I like to punctuate my vehemence with swear words. But today, as I turned my calendar to March, I realized I had written down a few things rather excitedly: Saturday, March 4, Patty! (My hairdresser, which, it's true, is cause for excitement); and Friday, March 10, Austin! (self-explanatory).
But just because this abundance of enthusiasm has materialized on my calendar, people, doesn't mean it will show up here. Unless it does, in which case -- fuck!
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