The major downside of not drinking is that if you make a doofus of yourself, there's nothing outside of you that you can even pretend to blame and no way you or anyone can pretend it never happened.
The words i had to say in honor of Jack Powers will not be picked up by Bartlett's any time in the future, that is a certainty.
I have to keep giving myself a newsflash: Last night was all about Jack and not myself, which means that Boston will not be in flames (at least until the Red Sox win the World Series at home). On the other hand, that only intensifies the disappointment in myself.
At least everyone liked the chowder I brought.
Actually, other than Jack, the real kudos go to Felipe Victor Martinez, who has a longer history with Jack Powers and hasn't been around for a while. There was a lot he had to say, and I'm glad he had the chance to do so.
Today, I woke up after twelve hours' sleep. Shameful, since I'm sure drunk people went to bed later than me and got up earlier.
I'll be trying to get more work done on Spoonful today. Let's hope I'll get the next issue up by the end of the week.
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