eek. i've got a bit of a headache and frankly, i'm kind of stupid today because i definitely killed more braincells than is remotely healthy, but overall i'm feeling pretty good, all things considered.

better than ms. limn, anyway. She's in rough, rough shape. It hurts just to watch.

Did i really wear a purple afro wig all night? yeah, that was me. Can't turn down a dare. It's all a blur, but i'm sure i remember being in charge of the disco ball and the rolling process. I. am. in. charge. I wrote that on someone's wall. Not sure whose, but, meh.

There was a shopping cart speeding down the hill and crashing into a curb. I was just thankful i'd declined their offer of a shopping cart ride, but the boys made it out okay, in that weird way that boys do. I've never gotten over the way that they just throw themselves around and into things... it started in grade one, and it has never really stopped. You know how there was always that one guy who would do crazy falls into chairs and stuff to make people laugh? was that just my class? i digress.

Three pints each and some wine... and what a mess we were. Apparently we're turning into lightweights in our old age. [hopefully that was just a warm up, cause tonight i've got the annual century club+70s porn party and I'm GOING to join that damn century club this time.]

Mostly i just remember laughing ALL THE WAY HOME. 45 minutes of laughing in the cold.... laughing so hard that my face muscles hurt. laughing so hard that i couldn't open my door, use the elevator, or walk up the stairs.

oh good times, good times.

2:12 p.m. - 2003-02-21