so i wake up. fully clothed. sleeping in my LIVING ROOM (what was wrong with my bed?). I'm not wearing my formal dress... I remember packing other clothes, but i have no memory of changing into them.

And. Where, exactly, did i leave my dress? It's not in my apartment.

And why did i change? I think it was pretty clear that no one was going anywhere.

I remember a cab ride home, but i'm not sure how i got into my apartment and i don't remember taking off my shoes, and don't know what time it was. I actually have no memory of getting into my apartment, which is slightly disconcerting. Actually.. egh. i don't remember ANYTHING. it's the champagne. Does it to me every time.

Oh well. I suppose you only graduate once. And what's a university grad ball for, if you don't prove that you've learned nothing since high school?

I didn't even think i was that drunk, which is SUCH a sign of severe inebriation. The next time I'm out, i'll do it again. I'll think to myself, "wow! i sure can hold my liquor! i've been drinking all night and I'm not drunk at all!"

fuck. That's obviously the point where i should put down my drink and head straight home.

Oh. And i promised to make pancakes this morning. Let's hope everyone else is too hungover to eat, cause i am going back. to. bed.

9:37 a.m. - 2003-03-30