"I'm getting kind of fuzzy-headed, and I'm not really thinking clearly," I tell Katie, who looks up at me from where she's working at the coffee table with bleary eyes. She nods in agreement.
"Also, I think I'm repeating myself," I add, hearing myself.
Katie does a double take in confusion and then, realizing what I initially said, shrugs and laughs.
One year ago: Maybe a Little Offense
Two years ago: Shame
Three years ago: Check Your Bags (And Your Privilege)
Seven years ago: It Was Delicious (They Tell Me)
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