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I love the term "spin doctor." It's great.

So anyway, yesterday afternoon I went to coffee, then dinner, with my friends. Coffee was nice, and dinner was delicious. We had Greek, and every bite was wonderful. Also yesterday I was kidnapped by my friend. We went out to the bars in Stamford. I drank WAY TOO MUCH because I'm good at the whole self control thing. It was fun though. We went as a group of three, hit about five bars, saw a bunch of the popular kids from high school who ignored us.. fun times. I spent forever talking to a guy and realized he was wearing a wedding ring. That was fun. His friend was hot though. I have no idea how it ended though. All I remember from the car ride home was feeling carsick. I vaguely remember changing into some of my friends clothes for PJs, and the next thing I know I'm waking up in her bed with her PJs on on top of my phone. This is one classy individual right here.

I spent the entire day recovering from my hangover. Didn't feel ok until about 5, which is pretty bad for me. And my God, Woof, I look terrible.