Would Someone Tell That Gnome To Lay Off?
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Last night I did something very stupid.
I went out and “got my drink on” as the kids say these days, and worse I went out on an empty stomach. You see, I don’t eat very much as a general rule and I had a large lunch yesterday, so I was not feeling very hungry. Several pitchers of beer at the Union Terrace and a few whiskeys at the Village Bar later I began to realize my error.
Now this morning I feel as if there is a rather angry and vindictive gnome in my head wielding a hammer at my skull.
Please, little guy, could you lay off for about eight hours? I really need to focus on work.
I will never be so stupid again, I swear.