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Jan. 26.03 @ 2:29 p.m. Okay, so nobody put a gun to my head and made me slam those suckers down, but my gawd, those shots alone got me pretty hammered last night. Nevermind the six pack on top of that. Nevermind the hangover that still wasn't even gone from the night before. My punishment for such stupidity was having to go out this morning (okay, okay...this afternoon) to buy foodstuff, because I haven't actually gone grocery shopping for a while. If there's one thing I've learned from all of this it's not to go grocery shopping while hungover. I swear, I buy the weirdest shit that I would never ever buy on a normal day. For example, today I thought Nutella and graham crackers would be a good combination, neither of which I ever eat. Ever. But I bought them. And if you'd like to come over to my house in a month or two, I can guarantee you both items will still be around. Oh well. I'm really glad it's Superbowl Sunday. Even though I'm not hugely into football, nobody will question me if I say I sat around watching television all day today. I think that's about as much as I'm capable of doing. Oh the guilt, it's consuming me. I will never drink again. I mean it this time. Well, until next weekend at least. C.
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