Yesterday afternoon my friend Sun-kist (Korean) and I sat around his apartment drinking rum and coke, watching ESPN, and thowing darts. This helped but I had to call into work sick (again). I'm now terribly hung over. This was the second time in the past few days and the hotel manager did not seem happy.
I wish I could just stop thinking of her on the one hand but on the other hand I enjoy having her memories. I seem to not be able to think of anything but her.
Maybe I should drive to Ranger this weekend to see her?
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