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I am up way too early for the friday morning after a bachalerette party (wow I can't spell that and I'm not going to try). Remarkably, I managed to crawl out of bed, sans hangover, and get ready for work. I feel a little woozy, a little fuzzy, but on the whole ok. Much better than my normal hangovers.

Last night was a lot of fun. A very small group of girls got together at kt's house (I really didn't want a lot of people there). They gave me...interesting...presents...I'm sure you'll see the photos later on. Then we wandered over to my favorite bar in the universe, Clydz. They made me my favorite drink, which is not even on the menu anymore. We sat around and talked about high school (of all things) for a long while. It was really fun.

Ok, must finish getting ready for work.

Edit:Mensch, I say "fun" a lot up there don't I. It must be too early the morning after some drinking was done.

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I've crossed into a parallel universe again. I hate it when this happens. They're always small changes, just enough to make me crazy.

A black long-sleeve shirt that I've had since high school (and I know it's the same because of the bleach mark on the right wrist) has suddenly become one or two sizes too big for me. Either I've gotten smaller overnight or it has miraculously gotten more fabric. This upsets me greatly, because it used to fit me in a terribly comfy way.

Damn the multiverse.

(To work, I must flee!)