February 6th, 2004


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Most simply put... I am intoxicated. It's been a really rough week for me. Not that anything has gone wrong, but deal with a bunch of stuff. Joey took me and Quinn out to happy hour at Spazzo... and after many a glass of Sangria (I think I had six), I am perfectly toasty... and feeling much ebtter. I know when I wake up for work tomorrow it'll be another story, but that's ok, because for the first time this week I'm happy. Pathetic I know... but whatev I'm allowed to say S*&T like that when drinking.