Ugh, I think I am hung over. I can't tell exactly, but I'm nauseous, my head is pounding, and my stomach hurts, I have a stuffy nose, blocked ears, my skin feels dry as the Sahara, and I have scratches on my arm from when my cat TayTay attacked me last night for going out. So I could just be sick.
I might have Cat Scratch Fever!
I'm probably just hung over.
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Last night I met up with Babyhead here in Providence. He and his friend Sarah drove down to go to the Salvation Army and to meet me.
I rate. I rate right up there
...with the Salvation Army.
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We met up at a coffee place, my friend Chris stopped by and then we all tried to go to Nick-A-Nee's - a local bar - but it was Monday and they were all watching some movie on the big screen. Its hard to convey the surreal...ness of walking in on a bunch of older locals watching a murder mystery movie in a dive bar with two people you hardly know and just having to sit there in silence. Lets just say its hard to do and not admit that I am indeed too hung over to convey my thoughts...
because I have now decided I am hung over and not coming down with Cat Scratch Fever.
"Why? How can you tell?"
"I'm not itchy, just bitchy"
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After Chris made it to Nick-A-Nees (he had taken his own car and seems to drive slooooooooow) we got out of there, went to The Century Lounge - where they let us in early because we had wads of cash falling out of our pockets and apparently I had a neon giant "I am going to drink a whole lot of beer" sign lit up above my head.
Once inside we drank beer and played pool.
That was fun, Chris and I only lost once.
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After The Century Lounge we all said our good byes, Chris and I decided Babyhead and Sarah are nice people, Chris drove me home, I ate and then had a really fitful night's sleep.
And now I'm here.
In my cube.
Telling you all about it.
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Don't you feel lucky?
