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I finished reading The Brothers K about an hour ago and I am destroyed for the rest of the day.
On Friday I got drunk for the first time with Patrick and Adam and their friends Matt and Albert. It was silly and fun, but I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon.
(Right now I'm reflecting on how lame I feel for posting about being drunk here, but I figure it's okay because it's never happened before and it's funny because it's Sarah Gomillion getting drunk)
The night included such gems as 20-second "erotic dance," which Patrick insisted I do as a hippy dance, so I danced around like a hippy for 20 seconds with my hand down my pants. Also Patrick told a bunch of lies that I took seriously and Adam let loose a 45-minute long stream of nonsense that I did not take seriously at all.
Did I mention I am destroyed? I've spent about 30 minutes looking at pictures of animals and tearing up. I think when something touches you like that it also reaches inside and draws forth every destroying thing that you think about and overwhelms you.
On Friday I got drunk for the first time with Patrick and Adam and their friends Matt and Albert. It was silly and fun, but I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon.
(Right now I'm reflecting on how lame I feel for posting about being drunk here, but I figure it's okay because it's never happened before and it's funny because it's Sarah Gomillion getting drunk)
The night included such gems as 20-second "erotic dance," which Patrick insisted I do as a hippy dance, so I danced around like a hippy for 20 seconds with my hand down my pants. Also Patrick told a bunch of lies that I took seriously and Adam let loose a 45-minute long stream of nonsense that I did not take seriously at all.
Did I mention I am destroyed? I've spent about 30 minutes looking at pictures of animals and tearing up. I think when something touches you like that it also reaches inside and draws forth every destroying thing that you think about and overwhelms you.