Sometimes it isn't a good idea to go out and drink copious amounts of beer while you are so sick it hurts to talk, swallow, and stand. But of course, I, being an extremely intelligent individual, went out to the party last night anyway.

Actually, I met up with Sean and JC to go see the Canadian Improv Games- Mayfield was playing that night so, all nostalgoc are we, went to go see them. I personally thought they were one of the better teams there but they didn't advance to the next round. Oh well. There was one team that, whenever their name was called out, I cringed. Yep, so uncomfortable watching them onstage.

Then I hopped on the subway and went to Ann's party at Gabby's. Lots of people, lots of fun. Got perfectly sloshed on beer that people bought for me (I love you guys!) because I can't afford anything right now. Had tons of fun but left when the basement of G's started smelling like sewer and I felt myself nodding off.

Then this morning I slept through my alarm. This never happens. When my alarm goes off I wake up, stare at it, debate getting up, tell myself only 4 more minutes and then fall back asleep. This morning I didn't even hear it and just slept for 10 hours. It was so odd for me to look over and see 12:05 on my clock. And then I realized that it was Belgian waffle day at BDH so I had a shower and had lovely waffles with (fake)whipped cream, cherries, and powdered sugar.

SO GOOD!

Now am editing essay and instead of making it shorter I think it is getting longer. It's alread too long so I must be vicious!