Another solid day of PowerPain. Forty-four slides down, twenty-eight to go. Losing the will to live.
Incredibly, I received a phone call from my soon-to-be-former acquaintances inviting me back to the pub quiz again tonight. How is this possible? Perhaps I managed to mask my abject loathing of last week's proceedings.
Or, rather more likely, nobody noticed since they were all totally off their faces and effectively enjoying a completely different quiz in another dimension of time and space.
I passed up this golden opportunity and wished them luck in their endeavours (although they are a bit shaky on culture & world events that have occurred post-1979).
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