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Why do I get cold so easily? My office is freezing. It's July and I'm sitting here in my raggy purple sweater, waiting for my warm, warm cup of coffee to make me not cold anymore. I don't seem to have the power of temperature control in my new hole.
Lesson: Allison should not drink red wine. Last night I kept asking questions about The Fat Boys. Apparently one has passed on, one is no longer fat, and the third is presumably the same. And none of them are secretly Biz Markie in another life (I was always confused about that...). I also managed to fall over, taking the computer chair with me, and continued to sing "Tricky", even though it's been three. fucking. days.
And you know how much wine I had? One glass. One glass of red wine did all that. I don't know what the Romanians put in their wine but whoosh! Sam apparently has a plan to get me really drunk this weekend. Oy.
So many things are strange now. This is why I should never try to predict my life.
Lesson: Allison should not drink red wine. Last night I kept asking questions about The Fat Boys. Apparently one has passed on, one is no longer fat, and the third is presumably the same. And none of them are secretly Biz Markie in another life (I was always confused about that...). I also managed to fall over, taking the computer chair with me, and continued to sing "Tricky", even though it's been three. fucking. days.
And you know how much wine I had? One glass. One glass of red wine did all that. I don't know what the Romanians put in their wine but whoosh! Sam apparently has a plan to get me really drunk this weekend. Oy.
So many things are strange now. This is why I should never try to predict my life.