Curse you, rich delicious food. Curse you for rumbling my tummy, aching my head, shivering me with chills and generally keeping me up all night. But for you I wouldn't have needed the nap. If I hadn't needed the nap, I would have gone to class, made progress on my stained glass project and achieved a sense of accomplishment. Instead, I tumbled into bed and slept to the lullabye of drills and power screwdrivers.
Curse you Oysters Bingo, when shall we meet again?
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