Couldn't have stated it better myself, fortune cookie fortune.
I managed to hold the pact, to hold the proverbial fort. Drink I did not, but, alas, the dreams were still ever-present. Fortunately I have absolutely no recolection of what they might have pertained to, but I still have a bad feeling about them.
My two day weekend starts tonight, and I never did say anything about not tipping a bottle or two back tonight...did I.
...
..
.....that's what I thought.
Of course i'll be here to talk to absolutely nobody again on Saturday, which should include lots of wonderful poetry and prose by your depressed narrator.
But anybody reading this unimpressive compilation of experiences, I would consider them the "wind beneath my wings".
-Bet Midler-
p.s. Failed the written portion on my drivers' test today. Looks like my hippie-ass will be walking for awhile.
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