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It's nights like this that make me so glad I came here... Everyone has work to do, it's the Monday before finals week, I have a paper due on Wednesday which is not going to be written tomorrow, and isn't written now, and I've not done work since 8 tonight. Walked in the fog twice, technically broke laws by being awesome on the ice rink after 11, spoke (and sang) in british accents or thereabouts all night, decided to make m'n'm pancakes at 1, was mesmerized by Adam's helicopter, because his parents think he's 12 and sent him a remote control in a care package, gained wench points by playing along with Jack's drunken dicking around and promptly lost them for suggesting he sleeps with young boys because he's catholic... And now its 1.43, I still haven't finished a draft of my paper, and I can rest assured that the yelling I hear from the lounge means no one else has gone to bed yet either. Successful night? Yes. And in less than two weeks I shall be in Georgia, on a beach, with three frisbee teams, a beach house, and copious amounts of alcohol. Awesomeness.