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Nov 16, 2005 10:34

I thought I had a day off.
I drank 9 guiness's.
I drank some Jack.
I fell asleep at 7:15.
My boss knocked on my door at 7:30 announcing that the person that was supposed to work called in with a sick child.
I went to work, falling over drunk.
I put things out I had prepared.
I just got home.
It's snowing outside.
I'm going to sleep.
I work my as of for 4 months to get one day off. This is what happens, I hate Life.
Goodnight.
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