omg i am laying on my futon with my laptop on my tummy watching fucking last call.
i am pooped. potentially working 9-6 days might just kill me, considering that i now operate on 8 solid hrs of sleep.
the days of all nighters aren't a part of my life anymore.
dance. dance. dance.
i love that my friends are making parties happen, dj-ing so i can
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