I've been told that I don't know when to stop. once or twice.

Dec 13, 2007

Last night:
Big, lovely cupfuls of whiskey
Talk of murder
Bloody nose
Fat lip
The most restful sleep I've had in a long time

Tonight:
More

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Tonight marks the start of my first weekend off since the school semester finished. Already there are plans to go the District Lounge (where I had best Manhattan of my life - well, three of them, actually), Go Kart World, and the Long Beach courthouse.

The words "drinking contest" were bandied about last night, so that may happen, too. (Bring it on - I am so, so ready.)

Given those details, none of you should be surprised if you don't hear from me come Monday. (Or Tuesday. Wednesday, even.)

Cheers.