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I was so drunk last night. I can't believe I did that. A whole bottle of champagne. I'm really feeling it now. I'm not going to class today, particularly because I'm avoiding another sort of headache. I can't believe what I said last night. I can only remember half of it and that was bad enough. I guess I'm expecting a whole lot of glares in the cafe when I return to work in Sunday. How did I turn into this? I'm just like...just like Tracey. i've become what I despise.