DrunkBlog Update: Hey, this is Peter again, this time totally sober (really). As it turns out, it wasn’t change that fell out of my pocket during the quick-strip, but instead my keys, which sat on the corner of 36th and Powelton for at least an hour before i realized they were there. Also, i found a dime. Yay. Meanwhile, you won’t even be able to begin to contemplate the extent of idiocy that occured in the last four hours until you see the pictures tomorrow. It’s all about the pictures. Just to give you an idea, the first picture features me trying to set my tongue on fire. Uh-huh. College is neat. WhoO!