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September 18, 2001
Bad day.
In a bad week.
Mild case of insomnia - big surprize.
Not eating. Flu.
If I am not working on work stuff, I just blip channels
all over the place. Blip. Blip. Blip.
So.
Being out of red wine.
I grabbed the bourbon, good o' Jack or Jim.
I forget.
I put it in a wine glass.
Took a swiggle.
Whoops!
Slopped it.
Licked the spill-over off my han.
That's a little mush for me.
So I put it in a blender.
With ice.
Loss of ice subes.
Whip those suckers ups.
Can't finna lid to the blender.
Splash in some orange juice.
Put my han on top.
Lick my han when it 'pashed on me.
Two times it 'pashed on me.
Turned the blender on two times.
Yesss, I did.
Shopped the ice. Mos' of it.
Poured it inna strainer.
Back inter the wine glass
(I wassed the glass firs.)
The stove top wasn't cleaned or I'd of slurped up
the dribbbles.
Licked my fingers and the glash.
Too muss burbon.
Made a pop-sickle.
Finnish it 'morrow.
Yep.
Sleepy now.
Oh yessss.
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