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Hopeless confusion aren't the right words, but they're the first words that come to mind.
I stumble to the front door from my car, knowing that the last thing I should have done was drive; which is exactly what I just did. I'm a little sad because an omelette might have been just the ticket for the train to sobriety, but due to circumstances and half-ass servers, that didn't happen. It's cold, to the point where I start shivering, not sober enough to actually control these tremors. Then I feel a cold crunch on my back. I turn around to find a pile of powder white snow at my feet. I look to see who the hell threw it. Trying to hide behind a tree is a guy in a red suit with horns and a tail. I look to the sky and see what can only be described as flying pork, making a quick escape into the night.
I chuckle. "yeah." I said. "I probably deserved that."
I stumble to the front door from my car, knowing that the last thing I should have done was drive; which is exactly what I just did. I'm a little sad because an omelette might have been just the ticket for the train to sobriety, but due to circumstances and half-ass servers, that didn't happen. It's cold, to the point where I start shivering, not sober enough to actually control these tremors. Then I feel a cold crunch on my back. I turn around to find a pile of powder white snow at my feet. I look to see who the hell threw it. Trying to hide behind a tree is a guy in a red suit with horns and a tail. I look to the sky and see what can only be described as flying pork, making a quick escape into the night.
I chuckle. "yeah." I said. "I probably deserved that."