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My absurd Friday night ended at 6am with fish & chips and another pleasant experience at The Diner (which apparently turns into a madhouse in the wee hours). I was waiting for my food at the same bar stool when a young dreadlocked guy sat next to me and sighed, "Dammit. Every single weekend I tell myself I'm never drinking again. And yet every single weekend I end up here, drunk." To which I replied, "Dammit. I know." I took my food & went on my way, and bid the newspaper delivery man a good morning.
I'm feeling quite heartachy today and there's only one way to cure that: PIZZA.
post-pizza addendum: Now I have heartburn, too.
I'm feeling quite heartachy today and there's only one way to cure that: PIZZA.
post-pizza addendum: Now I have heartburn, too.