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What an exhausting weekend. Friday consisted of Sarah and Trudy, some good haze, gin and tonic and Patrick Swayzee. Saturday consisted of Bam's house, and a completely random grouping of over 90 people (including some good friends, some not-so-good friends, and some angry football players). Saturday was kind of a landmark for Ms. Kyla and myself, for it was our first intoxicated experience together. Today consisted mainly of recovering from too many beers/rum and cokes, and several telephone calls that shouldn't have been made/picked up. Overall, my liver has most likely developed a resentment for me and it's going to take me a few days to catch up on the sleep that I've missed.
I'm not sure what to make of these little signs. Things have been so bittersweet as of late. And so goddamn confusing.