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Wait ... what ...? It's Thursday? Oh. (...looks around the empty bar... the record on the jukebox is over, but the arm won't pick it up, so it's just going skritch. skritch, skritch, skritch... dust motes drift listlessly in the fading light... bartender listlessly wipes a glass, while leaning against the beer cooler...) I order a Cosmopolitan, just to see what the bartender says. She snorts, and continues wiping the glass. I take another look around the room, get up off the bar stool, and wander out into the daylight, with no destination in mind...