*breathmint*

Today, at work… as I let out this big sigh, Ben asked me "Woah Felix. You do some heavy drinking last night?"

Apparently, Mr. Jim Beam was still heavy on my breath. That sorta spooks me out, and makes me wonder if I should cut back a bit. Sorta seems like a warning sign.

*sips*

I wonder if I should be concerned.

Odd flashback: In undergrad, when I was drinking as though it were a part-time job… I worked at the Indiana University Main Library. I met one of my girlfriends through that job, as she was also a library page. One day she ramrked about how she could "smell the whiskey on me" all the way down the stacks.

No wonder people drink gin…

During lunch, Ben, Justin and I went to a local Indian restaurant (dammit, I keep forgetting the name of the place). That was really nice – spicy food made me sweat, and I feel like the food helped burn away all the crappy toxins in my body. Well, it probably added some toxins, but whatever. The food was great.