I'm still recovering from Friday night, the first time I went out in weeks. Saw Dan Deacon Ensemble and danced until my feet got bloody and then took my clothes off. Cammisa told me some girl said she wanted to punch me in the face. I couldn't hear her say that and just so I smiled and kept dancing.
There are pictures somewhere that I'm curious to find.
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I lost my favorite sweatshirt in the fucking computer lab (either 3rd or 4th floor). It is blue and smells terrible: like old spice, pastels, and spilled miso soup. Please contact me if you find it.
i feel like a dead battery without it
I am back to the lab for what I hope is the last time. No more speed, strictly tea.
