Was trying to do stuff
around the house which was too awful without a beverage, so I drank the beer
while I cleaned and fixed this and that. Having all that time to clean
and drink and think and drink and clean and fume and roll stuff over in my head
and drink seems to have led to a bit of a tiff with Charlie. By the time
I saw him that evening I was positively fuming, though I managed to keep it
under wraps for about an hour and a half before my cork popped and I let it out
that I was a wee bit upset with things. It turned out to be a pretty bad fight.
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