Back from Happy Hour in the city. Stomach distended. Filled with one overpriced martini, one dozen oysters, one order of calamari, one cup of oyster stew, one salmon slider, one large Americano and one slice of key lime pie. Am dangerously close to turning into one useless lump of mixed seafood flesh with a key lime-shaped head. And two olives instead of eyes. Sipping an Americano. Will post more tomorrow when thoughts are not clouded by seafood-flavored retardation.
Good night.
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