Today is the class I put on a couple of times a year for HIV positive entrepreneurs on how to start a business. Normally, we have about 20 -25 people show up, but today it’s only 9. I’m disappointed; it’s the same amount of work for 9 people as it is for 30. Still, I’m wearing a beautiful tie R Man gave me for some Christmas, so instead of paying attention to the class, I keep looking down at my chest. Sort of like Paris Hilton.
I gotta go.
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