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[Jun. 9th, 2008|12:41 pm] |
Nothing like waking up in your boss's office. At Jack's desk. When it looks like a tornado blew in here.
I'd say he'd kill me but I can't find him. Probably good for me, because I don't want to have to explain how this happened. I don't remember it, which means the Yankees probably tanked and I drank too much while yelling at Joba Chamberlain.
And it's snowing outside. Snow. In New York. In June.
I must have really had too much to drink. Never mind that I don't feel hungover. |
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