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February 13, 2012

So the first thing that happened to me this morning at work is this: I walked in and chugged the inch or so of water that was left in my glass from Friday, and immediately I remembered that in fact this was the sake that my boss had so lugubriously bestowed upon me after lunch from a fancy little square bottle, and that I had not had the wherewithal to finish due to intensity of both taste and brain malfunction. So here I am, sake reeling at 9:29 on a Monday morning, feeling like a cat who has dipped several paws accidentally into a full bathtub; it is nobody’s fault but my own, and yet I would really like to blame whoever filled it in the first place.

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