Wednesday, June 20, 2012



It's one of those weeks where every night is booked with a cause for celebration. Monday will have been the only day I abstained from alcohol over an 11 day stretch. Today is day 7, and the effects of my social calendar are setting in. Last night I had dreams about being a refugee and I am weirdly craving a group fitness class.

But I guess I'll continue boozing it up with my friends/co-workers/family/bf until all the reasons to celebrate are over.... Until the next round of happy hours. Isn't it funny how they all hit at the same time?



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