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The Morning After the Morning After

Alcohol and I made up last night, even though I tried to hold a grudge.  The free wine had me at hello.

I really behaved quite well at the company holiday party, except for one burst of giddiness at the end when I moved my nametag from my jacket to my ass. (Seemed to be where all the drunk men of the company were looking anyway, so it made sense at the time.) 

Anyway, good times.  Hangover-free this morning, ready to edit the best dang financial newsletter ever and be the perfect pretty picture of professionalism and poise. 

Do you think five chocolate-covered expresso beans is too many for breakfast?  I swear I can feel my eyeballs vibrating.


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