Tuesday, February 5, 2008

From the week following my bachelor party this summer:

You know you're hangover's bad when...

As my plane was taking off after my recent stay in New Orleans, I looked out the window and had the following cross my mind: "Maybe the plane will crash. That wouldn't be so bad." There was no irony in this thought whatsoever. I wasn't exactly WISHING for death, but at that point in time, I wouldn't have minded.
To quote the immortal Sgt. Murtaugh: "I'm gettin' too old for this shit..."

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