Grubby at PokerWorks

I was lost in Irving Park, trying to find a theater that was in an art gallery storefront, when two Mormons approached me.

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I’m not sure what it was that caused me to use a sick day and then sleep that entire day and not eat anything (a first), for fear it would come out the same way it did the previous night. Or another way.

But let’s just say that I’m naming my firstborn Imodium A-D.

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It could be the 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke that I drank half of or the gobs of sushi that I ate or the second (and final, let’s hope) losing session of $300 on UltimateBet blackjack (rigged, I tell you), or the SnGs that I fell asleep on (came in 4th on the bubble), but I’ve been having some incredibly visceral and suspenseful dreams lately that’s awaking me in the middle of the night.

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