Turns out, the mystery illness of the last few months is more than one illness, and neither one such a mystery, but both are still pretty miserable. So I have to repair the lining of my stomach and get some physical therapy for my back, which is better than having some unknown cancer or life-long condition like IBS.
So go me, I'm only a little broken.
I'm going to see the Citizen Cane of Stripper Movies (which is not Showgirls, if you can believe it) for girls' night to feel better. Because how could this not make you feel better:
It's all the fun of going to see a strip show, without any of the shame, regret and creepy desperation of that going to a real one would bring.
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