Went out to the finest restaurant in all of Oceanside last night to celebrate the birthday of Great Aunt Barbara. I believe we sampled wonderfully tasty bits of every edible sea creature, washed it down with an odd-looking, other worldly martini, and then had a creamy conglomerate of unspeakable desserts. Awoke this morning with a headache, a screaming baby, and a cat with persistent diarrhea, which, when I smelled its litter box, caused me to throw up the previously mentioned bits of the finest restaurant in all of Oceanside.

So of course I feel terrible today, and deserve no sympathy (none was given.) I took a shower. I think I'll head off to work now, and try and redeem myself. It's all a man can do.


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