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it's sunday night. i'm in annapolis. marshall went to bed with laura. reality (the party) is officially over. i drank. a lot. i made an idiot of myself. spartan madball was brutal. i totally ran over this guy at top speed. i got elbowed in the face. i am sore, bloody and bruised. saturday i woke up with a different shirt on, not remembering when i went to bed. i took two steps out the door, and three girls shoved coffee+bailey's in my hand and said, "food's downstairs". i drank from 9 am to 4 am. what a damn marathon. now i am tired and sore, and my hair still smells like campfire, even after a thorough shower. i hope everybody called their mama today. goodnight for now, y'all.