Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Here at Dr. Bed's again. I can't even remember last night and my head spins uncontrollably as I walk (sing) through my motions, my--
anyway, I was curtailed.
I'll be surprised if I ever make it through this rehearsal. I can't remember anything from last night and feel, even now, that I am going to vomit and my cheeks burn. I just want to go home, want to go home, want to go home. And not home here, but home to school.
I think I will skip sorority tonight and I can't remember what incrimination I left around the room.
Okay...t hat was bad... Last night was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
But part of me wants to say "who the fuck cares?" because I had a lot of fun. I am too dizzy to write. I think I will vegetate a little.
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