I am at American customs sweating like the college student in the opening scene of Midnight Express

Upon getting a text to say my flight has been delayed, I take it as a sign that this is, in fact, a terrible idea
I am at American customs sweating like the college student in the opening scene of Midnight Express

I hum and haw whether or not to take up the offer of performing at The New York Comedy Club until I throw mammy guilt to the wind 

I have gone from Betty Draper to Ann Wintour in the space of a few weeks. 

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