To the melody of Haselhoff's "I've been looking for freedom":
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I've been hugging my toilett
Did I hug it for long?
I found myself in the morning
How the hell did this come?
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Sheeeeesh, worst hangover ever. Completely out of training - should be a good sign, 'cause drinking isn't good by itself. Na, I'd better stop talking now and try to get rid of this blurred, shaking world in my view... Hell, it's half past then on the new day and I feel like I was drinking all that stuff just five minutes ago - well, a little worse even.
Sitting here at work, at a customer, not in our own office... Luckily there's about nothing to do and almost nobody around in my corner here. Eh, did I say I wanted to stop talking?
Nightnight...