keaton invited her good friend over and her boyfriend (not keaton’s, her good friend’s).
we had a good time.
laughs, fantastic food, great conversation, bottles of wine, more laughs, good byes, 11:21 pm (not even midnight).
6.314 hours later the alarm went off.
i was in a near death state, but the dog would not let me sleep another four hours without the penalty of a real big, canine, number-two mess lurking in the living room somewhere.
what ever happened to work hard, play hard.
i’ve become work soft, play softer.
how pathetic.
my body has been taken over by the age snatchers.
if ever there was a need for some sort of morning after pill, this would be it.
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