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Today.

It's from a hangover. It's from feeling like I've met lots of people, while still feeling like a complete ass the whole day. It's from being sexualized by a tool. It's from meeting people I like, but not in a relationship sense. It's from not dressing in a suit like everyone else, but going in jeans and a shirt. It's from starting to read Frankenstein, and getting home late. Not having assignments read.

I feel a little lame.

People may call. They may want to go out. I think I'm just going to go to the school and read for a while.

There was a high degree of law-school debauchery last night, which was good, but I've got to go.

Tooled. I've been tooled once again, this time by myself.