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yesterday was good practice for the college football season. you see, after work, we had a little office party where the four of us sat around and drank. then i went to joe's with pat bill and freddy the locksmith where i had a couple beers and a variety of appetizers. Now it's like 8 or 9 when i leave there and i've got about 8 under my belt and am the world is spinning drunk. but, it was friday night, i was to meet katie adam lori and oly at sunset at 10 or so. when i got home, i bucked up, showered, and then headed out again. beer and potato skins and then some drunk phone calls i don't remember. the moral of the story is that i went and i went hard, even when faced with the adversity of thinking it was time to pass out. i rule. football games, watch the fuck out.

today when i woke i uhh, played video games and packed. then i began going stir crazy. "i have a social disease / i have to go out every night" thank you i am the world trade center. oh yeah, sri called and we caught up and told entertaining drinking stories for about an hour.

i am now going to anna's and then back here to face my doom. perhaps mancini will call, perhaps i will play grand theft auto. also, my shirt from banana republic is totally hott. the one i'm wearing now from j crew is pretty sweet too.

tomorrow i move, and hopefully move in. else, i'll have my bed in new place and nothing but bad memories in old place and will have nowhere to sleep. also, i really want to just move in for real tomorrow and if i don't i will cry.