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A dream several nights ago involving the running of a bar & restaurant by Aaron, Casey, & myself. Aaron was manager, Casey was chef or sous-chef. I had some vague responsibility to do with making drinks. They were honest and industrious. And I, I was shirking and spiriting away liquor at every opportunity.
Two new heroes: a certain Australian, an old hero, who's just made the move of the silly season; and a certain Malaysian (rubbish) I met, a tester in French F3 (so rubbish there's no link), and former classmate of a certain other Malaysian, who two years ago had the honor of being thrashed around the world for an entire season by the aforementioned Australian. Unimpressive. All the same, the brushes with fame get nearer in this narrowing gyre.
The only other thing left is to say goodbye to Stella, and 'raise a glass to the greatest cat that ever was.' Thanks, and goodbye.