[edit: this picture is awesome, but I cannot resize. See the full glory.
We have way too much fun.
Thursday: Drunken dodgeball with 80 kids in Chicago's northside.
Friday: Critical Mass and scoring tallboys and whiskey from cute boys. A drunken make out session that, for some reason, ends with me punching her in the face. Note to self: Warn friends about tendency to mix pleasure with pain.
Saturday: I hate myself. Chemical imbalances due to hangover and PMS.
Sunday: Brunch. Moving shit all day. Home for a whiskey at midnight. One whiskey turned into a night's worth and we wandered around trespassing through construction zones and old shells of buildings. Finally went to bed at 11 am and woke up for breakfast at 4.
Monday: More packing, less slacking. Today feels like fall, which is ok, because I think this summer lifestyle is unsustainable.
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So, um . . . thanks for the amusement, I guess? The purpose of me mentioning this is unclear, but I thought I'd mention it anyway.