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my hand is sore from opening beer bottles by hitting them with my hand all night. My brain is sore from not sleeping and drinking all night. My arm is sore for no reason at all. Jas left me the sweetest, most unneccesary note ever. I love her. The night was just a lot of stress and anxiety. There were some fun parts, mostly because I've finally learned where my "perfect" tipsy level is and how to get there. Mostly stressful, though.
Madison's coming back into town today. Now SHE can deal witht the kittencats.
Madison's coming back into town today. Now SHE can deal witht the kittencats.