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It's the angst. We're adrift on a cosmic sea of ennui moaning them cosmic blues. That's what it is.

Then she sighed.

"Sheesh.. I really need a pedicure. OMG.. the sparkly stuff is off my nails I like so need to have this fixed now!!"

Bukowski! Pull yourself together. The party's over princess.

Bukowski sneered indignantly and proclaimed...Over, did you say,over?? NOTHING is over until I decide it is !!!! Was it over when the.... when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor.... HELL NO!!!! and it's not over now.

Bukowski was, of course, having an acid flashback to Belushi. A cheap, one night stand from an animal house long ago.

Bukowski continued the rantings.......

Where is my Bass-O-matic, I need a drink!

But its batteries were dead. "Something fishy about this", muttered Bukowski, delving an expert finger deep into the rear pocket of her now almost unbearably snug Levi's. She snagged the miniature hip flask - all that remained of the sizable heritage she had received from her favorite Aunt Mame - and cautiously chugged the dregs, delicately spitting several mummified grape seeds into Robin's eye. Robin turned on her in a fury and shrieked... "_______