After Sunday night's premature intoxication, I spent much of Monday scurrying to complete errands while still feeling more than a little hungover. The sensation of nausea and rubber legs hadn't left me at five when I drove to my mother's house to spend dinner with my parents before ostensibly heading out to H.'s New Year's Eve party. I knew that
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i don't know why, with no mention of corned beef, this entry now has me craving the stuff.
happy new year.
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