Your Daily Absurdity

At the CanCan you have to pay extra to get in and see the show, and so instead, frugally, we are sitting at the bar. Curtained off, dimly lit, drinking sazeracs. I try to tell you how I keep falling in and out of love with the idea of God, but it's so difficult to string along a series of sentences when out of the corner of my eye I see a bare-assed man and out of the corner of my ear I hear the song "I'm Every Woman" start to play. So I shut up, then, which I think is what you probably wanted anyways.