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April 16, 2004

Last night I was put in place...
Went out with a bunch of peeps from work to wish my good friend, Michael, goodluck. He is moving to Boston to work for [insert company name here] famous for 'Sam Adams' etc... Anyway, we had fun but the next day, in sobriety, I realize that the celebration has put me in place in more ways than one:

- I cannot handle alcohol like I used to.
- Throwing up has never felt so good and bad at the same time
- In my entire life I've only been sick from too much drinking once: there is a reason for that.
- I know where my place is when it comes to peeps at work, particularly this group.
- I'm not the only emotional a-hole alive
- If you are asked once and you turn it down, don't assume you'll have a second chance.
- Say what you need to say when the moment is there - otherwise it passes you by.
- Michael will be missed by a lot of people...

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