Happy 21st birthday to Robert!
Too bad I don't remember it all.
To the complete stranger who kept buying me shots: When I said "anything but tequila" I didn't mean "everything but tequila."
Thanks to whoever put me in bed. That was nice. I woke up/came to at 6:30 a.m. thinking, "Oh good, I'm in bed. Why the hell am I still wearing my boots?"
The pain is way worse today. I'm just going to go to work and wait to die.
Friday, November 18, 2005
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