I had to have a big beer on my lunch break today to ease my too-much-whiskey-on-a-wednesday blues. One time I was so hungover I only made it through the day by eating macaroni and cheese and taking an hour long nap in Union Square. I can write all this because nobody knows how to crack my secret message writing technique. What if I wrote really fucked up shit interspersed throughout my blog? Would people have nightmares and not know why?