Just don't say I'm
Damned for all time
-- Judas Iscariot, "Damned for All Time/Blood Money", Jesus Christ Superstar
Still carping from his latest spurning, the Drunken Housewife's personal demon stopped by my house last night for a visit, offering some help for my two-choice dilemma. His selling point was, "If you can't please everybody, why please anyone?"
I politely told him that I wasn't in the market for a dilemma dodge and sent him out for a night on the town with my own demon. Just to spite me, she donned that killer black miniskirt and thigh high boots for the affair. My demon returned the next morning looking a little worse for wear. Serves her right.
I'm holding off on a choice until sometime tomorrow evening. By then I will have met with legal counsel and had one more therapy session.
