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Yo

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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