is a time for pasta and wine with roommates, shotgunning Surly and (apparently) for passing out on the bathroom floor at 10:30. This guy failed pretty hard last night. I think the cigar may be what made it all hit me and got me sick, but it could also simply be the entire bottle of wine and far too much beer. You know you've won when you wake up at 6:00 am with a pounding headache and the realization that you went to bed still wearing jeans and your hoodie.
Now for some hungover homework.
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