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I'm a sickyface, and it's gross. Some kind of nasty cold/pre-flu/"look at me sneeze ten times in a row and-no-it-doesn't-feel-like-an-orgasm" awfulness. But things aren't so bad.
I woke up drunk this morning from beautiful Alisa's birthday party last night. Also, Dave Attell heckled me durirng his set at a comedy club and then asked me out, which led to the inevitable anticlimactic ending: "I'm off the market, as it were, but your mother was my elementary school teacher aide." Then I missed David some more and had another beer.
That is all.
I woke up drunk this morning from beautiful Alisa's birthday party last night. Also, Dave Attell heckled me durirng his set at a comedy club and then asked me out, which led to the inevitable anticlimactic ending: "I'm off the market, as it were, but your mother was my elementary school teacher aide." Then I missed David some more and had another beer.
That is all.