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We ate. Holy shit, we ate. I took a trip to ponti-crack this delightful evening to celebrate my 7th day of feeling like total ass. The flu/throat deal is laying it to me hard and I’ve almost given up. I doubt I’d have made it this far were it not for tonight’s feast.

Our voyage took us to “Peppe’s”, a tavern style dig across the street from “front page news”, ponti-crack’s exclusive porn store. There (the tavern, not the porn store) we partook in all we could of the candy of the sea. Arachnids, fellow landlocked citizenry – crab. So much crab.

We must’ve eaten 10lbs.

Alright – I am SO doped up on nyquil right now that my head is having a great deal of difficulty making sense of anything I have henceforth typed – I hope you have a better time at it than I.

Whilst cracking and slurping this crabful eve, we happened upon (well, she sort of gave us the crab, sort of thing) a dreamy sort of bird with caring eyes and interesting teeth. She called me cutie, in writing. I asked her if she thought I was ugly and remarked that she was rather meggan (or meghan, or meagan, or meaghan, or megan or whatever). She told me that I was not, in fact, ugly – and that she had as recently as a few moments ago (then, not now, mind you) been remarking on my startling UN-ugliness to a fellow co-worker devochka. After I prattled on about my develish inability to pick up chickens, she pointed out that I had “pretty eyes” and “…hair”.

I always suspected that I had hair.

Right – so… Wow… I had this dream last night that is totally inappropriate for the consumtion of those who might one day meet me in person.

Ok – I am flaking now – back to bed.