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Notice: If ANYONE reading this parties with me on a regular basis, please don't come near me with an unattended cell phone if (and when) I look like I belong in a drunk tank. I made a drunk dialing FOOL out of myself last weekend. Oh, the shame! I'd probably still be hiding under my bed in remorse if it wasn't for my friends. I may have a nasty habit of trying to drink myself under the table and suceeding, but at least I have the most amazing partners in debauchery a girl could ever ask for. Right after "the incident", Emily made sure that I didn't drink myself sick out of embarassment, which was nothing short of a miracle. Even though I wouldn't even tell her what had gone down, she drove my car back to her house where she, Ross, and Christi kept me company until I blacked out. The last thing I remember was Emily tucking me into bed. Sarah spent Sunday making sure that I knew that she could top my breathalyzer-phone hall of shame 10 times over while we ate pizza and watched my favorite shows on TV. Later that night I went over to the weekly BBQ at Josh, Mike, and Fish's house. I talked to Josh and Shawn for awhile, and they helped me see just how funny my drunken fuckup really was. Josh let me borrow the much coveted temprapedic pillow and I got a decent amount of sleep despite being sicker than a 2 year old on a tilt-o-whirl. It turns out that I managed to catch normanitis right before finals week. I think everything's going to turn out okay in spite of it all, though. When you've got friends like mine, it's hard to stay down for long.