It’s my Party

Ok. So I had a lost weekend.  I got the messages.  People are concerned.  Thanks.  No need to be. 
One needs to throw a bender sometimes.  I don’t make a habit of it.  No big deal.
I was really refreshed after I had slept it off. 
And that is all I have to say about that.   
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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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