P.S. Sometimes when I write in this thing at night, I feel like Doogie Howser, M.D. recounting his day's events and life lessons learned on his Apple IIe at the end of every episode.
It's ok, we'll always have Paris. Or ... Upper. I was gonna say goodbye, but I wasn't sure if you were alive or not when I was leaving. Which, you seem to have neglected to mention ... or is that all just a hazy memory now?
That's ok, the note on the door was nice. It was very much so a here's-your-money-on-the-nightstand-you-whore type move...just kidding. And unfortunately, Wednesday night (or Thursday morning) is not a hazy memory. You missed the necessary 24-hour recovery during which I constantly felt the urge to vomit yet again...and you missed the pictures, which I'll try to post or atleast share if Lindahl gets them to me at some point.
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i have TOTALLY had those exact feelings.
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