Oy. I am clearly not designed for hardcore drinking. Not that I, lightweight that I am, ever do any drinking that can truly be described as "hardcore"...but good *night*! I went out on Monday night, drank rather more than I should have, and now I feel as though I'm viewing the entire week through the wrong end of a telescope. Isn't this week over yet? Surely it's lasted three years by now...? And when, exactly, am I going to stop feeling dizzy? Oy.

...But I had a lot of fun. Anytime you find yourself discussing The Shins, speaking in a British accent, and chorusing "I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod" as you sing the Highlander theme song definitely classifies as a good time.

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