"So...it's just me, you, the hipster and the gelfling?"

So last night was Nick Budrow's "I got fired" party at Rye. It was absolutely fantastic. Especially considering Erica and I had just come from a fun filled evening at Larry Flynt's Hustler Club with Nathalia.

Just so you know, my period is finally over, and I've come to a few conclusions.

1. I'm skipping my next three periods. I know that's how I got myself in to this whole week-of-crying in the first place, but I just can't handle the idea of doing this again in 3-4 weeks.

2. I am a complete idiot. No, really. I have no concept of what is good for me and what is not.

3. Every single muscle in my entire body hurts. Bad. I need to take better care of myself.

4. I miss Shaun.

5. I need to start packing.


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