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November 19, 2003-9:05 p.m. I had wine for dinner. Need I say more? *In looking at this in the cold gray light of dawn, as they say in the bluegrass song, I realized that you may not have gotten the full ramifications of what I was trying to tell you here. My ENTIRE dinner consisted of wine. At 3:30, when Diego woke me up by walking on me and chasing his toy on the bed, I took some Excedrin so I'm doing fairly well right now. Today doesn't look like it is shaping up to be any less drink-inducing, however.* **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
