Bed 10:45. Woke up at 2:30. Forced myself back to sleep. Woke up again at 4:30 and said **** it. At the parking lot now.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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