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Last night Amanda and I drank an embarrassingly small amount of beer and were sufficiently trashed. A record even for me, admittedly. We also lay on the floor in her bedroom and wrote secret messages on the bottom of her dresser drawers, like, "Voldy is a beezy" and other select passages about people we don't like. Namely, our old roommates, Voldemort, and Bush. Hahaha. An excellent throwback to sophomore year. This morning I REALLY don't want to get ready for work, and I want to go to work even less.