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Thursday, April 24, 2003
Him: We drank a lot more than I thought we did.
Me: Yeah, it was a lot.
Him: It didn't seem like it was that much.
Me. Remember when the waitress gave us those shots.
Him (with a sigh of sudden realization why he feels like so much shit): Oh, fuck.
I think the most common response to anyone reminding someone of shots form the previous night is probably, "Oh, fuck."
Despite everything that I poisoned myself with last night, I was ten minutes early for work. And quite possibly, still drunk.