Hangover
I'm pretty damn hung over. We had a party last night, and I consumed an unknown amount of beer. Now it's 3:15 on saturday afternoon and i'm in bed with my window shade down, complaining on this blog. Matthieu passed out in the bathtub, but apparently he's okay to go to the pub right now. I, on the other hand, can't move. I'm seriously contemplating cooking an old can of baked beans. Damn you, hangover. Damn you.
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I thought with age and wisdom, you would change your evil ways.
It turned out that I actually had a stomach flu, and so I'm still sick. If that makes you feel better.
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