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Friday after working all day and painting well into the 10pm hours, we ate dinner. We were both exhausted and while I shuffled around the kitchen, Terence declared �I need a cocktail. Do you?� I did indeed. He made me a vodka tonic and I drank that as I heated up lentil soup, made salad, sliced bread. It was one of those times where I wished I�d had an astronaut food pellet. I was hungry but had no energy to cook. Anyway, I downed my cocktail and proceeded to have wine with dinner. More wine than normal. TA noticed. �What�s up? You�re drinking that like it�s the last bottle on earth! And you even had a vodka tonic first!� �Well how am I supposed to get fucked up when you make such weak-ass cocktails?� �You forgot to add �yo.�� �Oh yeah. How am I supposed to get fucked up when you make such weak-ass cocktails, YO?� We were both just tired and punchy enough to laugh and laugh about this as we ate. Doesn�t take much to entertain us.
1:13 p.m. - 2004-11-22
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