urrghhh...
ahh the sluggish resurrection after death by vodka. last night got pretty ugly. munchkin and friends sure know how to party. had fun and all...good people and such, but the wee jane must adhere to her limits. but in other news...the folks got back today, thereby ending my foray into the wacky world of independent livin. bummer. and to think...i only had one true night of craziness. i suppose that's how it's going to be for me; the freedom won't exactly come with guaranteed nonstop action. because i'm lazy and a dork. but i am rather psyched about this prospective disgruntled writers party...should be quite the night if i can just not pickle myself to the point of utter breakdown. i think tomorrow i will make the final commitment to good old nyu...scary scary stuff. but the force will be trusted on this one. mmmm. chopin's funeral march is much sexier than folks give it credit for. well this entry has taken much time for minimal result. damn shortened attention span.