I just hate the feeling waking up after getting hammered. I need a shoulder to cry on.
Like a FReeper’s tagline, it’s time for Atlas to shrug...
I have the post hammered feeling and I don’t even drink.
[but right now, I wish my stomach could take it]
I lost my best girl friend over this election and have no shoulder to cry on because she’s probably jumping for joy over our new Marxist overlord.
If it wasn’t for Shibumi, [as always] I’d be drowning in a pool of sorrow.
As it is, I just feel dead inside.
What a fool I was to keep hoping.