Given my current congested status, my foray into alkeehaul last night was a tad premature. Today I am croupy, slightly maudlin, and (what seems to be) irreversibly dehydrated. Sallow, hollow and whatever other -ow words you can think up.
Observation: I don’t understand drunkards who have a tendency toward anger or melancholy. I myself have always been quite the happy little intoxicated person. I am remarkably easy-going, smiling and quiet when drunk. Please do not confuse this with the sappy, hang-all-over-you drunk. That is not me, oh no-no-noooooo. I am Laid-Back Drunk Number One With A Bullet. And I always play a better hand of cards then. /Observation
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