Sunday December 1, 2002:
Woke up in last night’s clothes with a gong ringing in my skull. Think I overdid it with the booze. Spent most of the day in bed feeling rough.
But at 5pm I got a call from Freeman, who sounded just as sick as me. I asked him what he was up to, and he said he had lab reports to write up from Friday, but it didn’t take much to convince him to come over to mine and watch some old X-Files re-runs over pizza.
There’s nothing that bonds two dudes like a shared hangover. I guess we really are buddies now.
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