...and there goes my rest

I had hoped to settle down for a bit to enjoy a brief iTunes-fueled respite tonight, but the sister of a Korean friend has written me with a desperate plea: proofread her 11-page academic paper by tomorrow-- this after she had rejected me as a proofreader option in favor of her university's writing center, where proofing is done for free. (Did I not call it when I said Koreans zigzag and do things at the last minute?)

Well, I'm nothing if not a whore-- a giant, jiggling, gelatinous gigolo-- and she's paying me a small stack of Benjamins for this quickie. So I'm not about to complain too loudly. I can use the cash.


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