Perhaps getting in touch with my inner Belgian last night wasn't such a good idea after all.
I'm sitting here at my desk, with the phone a foot away ringing off the hook.
God damn, my head hurts.
Only 5-3/4 hours to go...
That's one thing I like about alcohol... while it opens doors into your subconscious, freeing the long-suppressed person that is YOU, and makes you feel, think, or say things you normally wouldn't... it also knocks you to the ground and repeatedly slams your head with that door against the door frame...
That's my comeuppance.
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