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Ah, what a gloriously unproductive weekend! I worked an 11.5 hour day, had a humongous plate of spagetti, had a birthday party for my roommate, woke up with a hangover and a stomach ache, went to church, went to lunch with Sunny and Steve and ate too much again, came home and watched the Seahawks suck, went and played a game of ultimate with a full stomach and almost threw up and just barely lost, then went over to Sterling and Matt's place, hung out, talked, and played some Halo, then came home. The great thing is that I don't really have anything worthwhile to talk about (not that the few people that actually bother reading this would care). It was just an all around solid weekend, and I'm addicted to this stupid journal. The best part is that I didn't even do any of the homework that I was supposed to do, until the half hour that I'm going to do now.