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every time I get too close to any surface in my room, all I can smell is dirty, sweaty, nasty laundry. laundry TONIGHT, dammit. it...mayhaveconceivablybeenlikemorethan4weeks.

last night had good bits but, overwhelmingly, was awkward as fuck. the view from east hall is nice, though, I like it up there... would've been nicer had I not been winning the Most Sober award and sitting on the bottom step with no one to talk to for like an hour. I need to learn how to drink things straight. at least the random girls we met up there gave me box wine, otherwise I would've been completely sober whilst everyone else was struggling to walk (let alone walk in a straight line).

so, shower, acting scene, dinner, laundry, je pense... should go to rehearsal but fuck it.