So, i’m still alive, despite attempts to the contrary made last night. It’s funny, because i’m an incredibly sober drunk unless i’m with silly people, and last night i was with Amy who is by far the funniest chick i know. So, yeah, that’s where all the tom-foolery came in. I think it’s ultimately pretty demeaning when bloggers come on while they’re drunk to ramble on like idiots, but i kept it short and sweet and i spelled very well so it’s more like an isolated testament to sophomoric fun than anything else. This morning we all woke up (stunningly) around 11 and made pancakes. Towards the end of breakfast i lit myself on fire again, proving ultimately that i don’t need to be drunk to be dumb. Yep.