Sorta Documenting
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| I took a picture of my lunch, but forgot to note where the place was. Somewhere close to the Mart. Mmmmmmm Chicago Steak Hoagie…. |
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| While we were waiting for our order, Ben and I looked around at the various newspaper clippings on the wall. One article (a "Top 100 Places to Eat" thing) listed a place called Hugo’s Frog Bar. We were both rather intrigued.
This is how things start with us at work. Something odd gets mentioned, and next thing you know… we’re all off actually doing it. |
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| I broke down after lunch and got a ton of kleenex, and some allergy medicine. For about an hour after I took it: nothing. And then… I felt a little better. And then… a donkey snuck up behind me and kicked me in the head.
After the whole "may cause drowsiness" part of the medicine kicked in, I actually had a hard time even walking around. On the train home, it took considerable concentration just to keep myself standing. If there was ever a legal, over-the-counter version of valium, I think I’ve found it. |
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