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My head hurts. Last night, after an awkwardly silent Olive Garden feast with a few fellow roomies (for the time being), we decided to start drinking. A bottle of 3 Olives Cherry later--the invites were flying. Beer pong after card game after shots after more beer pong--and then someone mentioned Denny's. I couldn't eat. The Olive Garden had been too stuffing. All in all the night was nothing but laughs and making messes. I ventured back to Adam's house around 4 AM and was awoken by a pounding on his bedroom window from "Mike Boss". As of now I am just waiting on him to get home to have lunch. Charcole pills might be the next investment taken from the small amount of money in my wallet. Can't wait to do it again tonight. Or can I?