I went to the Paragon tonight after work, stopping at home for a change of clothes. Drank two Cape Codders, sang "Fever" "Personal Jesus" and a request of "Red Rubber Ball" (which is at the lowest end of my range at the low notes so I had to skip around, not my best but I always enjoy performing requests) and danced with Maria and tall crazy redheaded Rebecca. I went because I ran into Crazy Pete while working tonight, he said he'd be there and I miss my sometimes kissing comrade. He's a good man, a little off beat but if someone has their own drum at least they're prepared to please themselves. I broke my fast from lip-touching (not such a terrible fast, two and a half weeks? Do party kisses count because those were drunken party kisses) in the most utterly casual manner of goodbye darling friend kisses. Walked home. Across the street from where I found the Jack of Hearts, I found the King of Spades. Faceup. Same deck. Not nearly as chewed. There's a point where no crease or tear is visible but it feels split. Funny now. I could divine the cards to represent people instead of feelings. What is going to happen, though, and when is what I really want to know. Where do I go from here? Curiouser and curiouser.