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Christmas basically consisted of me getting really wasted, watching March of the Penguins, and making myself looks like a real drunk moron at Blockbuster and Dunkin Donuts. I also got interrogated by a cop. Luckily, this was when I was sober. It was a lovely Christmas, really.
The point right when your sobering up is sorta depressing...when you become aware that you no longer have an excuse to disregard reality.
My head hurts!