last nite i went to a classmate's boyfriend's hotel suite to party. the last thing i remember is sitting on the couch with my beer after a couple shots of jack.
then i woke up in another hotel room. feeling a certain sense of responsibility, i went to school with a hangover even tho i had apparently told everyone that i wasn't going. i had also drunk dialed someone. i'm not quite sure what else happened last nite, but i was told i may have done something i shouldn't have...
in other news, i mourned the loss of my four-year-old locals, with which i had been around the world. i left them for some reason at the suite, and i'm pretty sure i'll never see them ever again. so goes life.
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