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I always thought you needed alcohol to fuck up a night this well. Turns out, my own sober self does the job just fine. I'm not sure I could elaborate upon that assertion without trying to spin too many yarns together to explain the entire situation. I'm right on the threshold of the worst part of Febrehabruarii ... Days 3 through 6 are pretty rough. Last year I pretty much secluded myself to fight the withdrawl alone. This year I decided to lean on the strength of others -- a mistake, I assure you, I will not make again.
By Day 3, everyone I talked to had dropped out. Here's the deal. I never asked anyone to participate in Febrehabruarii. Nothing with seven vowels can be that great. My point is, I never asked anyone to join me, I only had people say they wanted to play along. All I ever asked is that you not commit if you weren't serious. Many, many, many of you weren't. Three days. Seriously. Exactly how many temptations did you resist by Day 3? My guess would be zero.
If you're still in, let me know, restore my faith in mankind.
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