So due to some ill-conceived timing, I ended up grabbing dinner at Denny's tonight.
Haven't eaten there in years, and I made the mistake of walking in hungry.
Of course, not long after I left, I felt like I was teetering over the precipice of being violently ill.
So here's the new theory: Much less vomit would be spilled after a night of drinking and debauchery if it were less popular to visit such establishments as part of the evening's activities.
Seriously, I was totally sober, and even I felt like spewing afterward.
And now, some hours later, the indigestion...
I like stuff.
Friday, April 27, 2007
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