Huit, ca suffit

[All I'm saying is it's just plain odd to be hearing with great regularity a woman's voice that was a huge part of one's childhood. It's even more odd to see her sitting in the corner of the bar, munching Mission tortilla strips and chatting with her entourage. Such is C-list showbiz.]

[Speaking of the withered leaves that collect at my feet, I'm starting...no, I'm at the zenith of neurosis with this chronic unemployment. (Well, near-unemployment; I am getting shifts at the Friendly Neighborhood Cabaret, hence the aforementioned woman's voice.) The political consultant job came to naught, and I'm having trouble making, as Allen counseled me, looking for a job my full-time job. I keep telling everyone I'll figure this out, but the thought occurs to me sometimes that maybe I won't.]

[Crazy talk. Let's bust a move, already...]

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