November, 2009
Dear Diary,
W. Here.
Laura thinks I'm on the bottle but I'm not. I'm still on the tit.
"Not, not, pot full of snot!" I said. Then she said I was drunk.
Actually I was pretty dizzy but not drunk.
I went out really early to clear some brush here on the ranch and get rid of some more leaves and in the middle of the leaves I stepped on a rake.
The handle cold-conked me till I was so disorganated and staggered around until I stepped on it again and this time it got my balls. That was when she found me on the ground, acting silly.
I tell you one thing, getting drunk is a lot more fun.
So, since I've already been accused, I may as well get out a hidden bottle.
W.
PS: Reminder to stay indoors as that rake is still lose somewhere out the...
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