Hungover
Last night wasn't too bad at all. The fucktard didn't bother to show up. Quelle domage.
Those who did are our oldest friends, and we had a great night. Lots of drinking, eating, and chatting. Plus they all love cats, so we didn't have to keep them upstairs.
So I am somewhat hungover this morning, and I have the post party debris still to clear away downstairs. Our guests offered to help, but we decided it would simply be easier to leave it until morning.
Here's to a great 20o05!
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