So I probably fell asleep close to 6. Woke up at 8:15ish-8:30ish. 
Wow. How am I gonna get anything done?
I semi-regret going out.
But it was astoundingly fun. SO MANY GOOD STORIES.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" ~Grace
"NICE CHEST HAIR!" ~Me
"Emilio likes to dance by himself!" ~Grace
"Jenny can I have a straight shot?" ~Me
"OH HELL NO!!!!!!!" ~Jenny
And Jordan's backbend bahahahahaha!
And Peacock, S&M, all that shit.
And me screaming to a trashed Sean Sullivan, "LOREN SAYS HI!!!!!!!!" Then Grace smacked me.
He didn't hear anyway! Haha.
I danced on the bar, table bunkbed ladder and bunkbead. I danced like a STRIPPER haha!
It was classic. We got back at 4 we're usually never out that late. Crazy!
I'm so tired I'm dizzy, no joke.
This is asinine.
Well last night cheered me up SO MUCH.
I'm so glad I went out. 
I only regret feeling semi-shitty now/being hungover/exhausted/overwhelmed.
Gah.