The worst part about drinking too much gin is the nasty, fuzzy gin-breath the next morning.

Fresh pears on my cereal, and I can still taste it.

The idea of going to work today makes me physically ill.

Which is stupid, because I love my job. I just hate some of the people I'm forced to work with on this show.

They will casually ask for a miracle, and then get angry when I can't provide it.

What the fuck is that?

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Rosie.

Before&After