I had every intention last night, after several nights in a row out on the town, of staying home and resting. I have laundry that needs to be done, and various household chores that I have neglected for the past few days. On my way home, I stopped for a cup of coffee, and a kind soul in the record store next to the coffee shop offered me two free tickets to see Elvis Costello that night. When someone offers you free tickets to see Elvis Costello, you take the tickets and go to the show. So I did. In my heartbroken condition, listening to Elvis live was cathartic. Elvis knows just how I feel, the scorned lover, the angry bitter ex-boyfriend. Thanks Elvis.
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