Despite having consumed approximately only three beers last night, the entire evening seems a blur. I think I was more under the influence of fatigue rather than alcohol. Here it is 11:40, and I'm just now waking up and praising God's glory.
I was reading through last night's posts a bit, and refreshed my memory in reference to the oh-so-saucy text messages I presumably sent out last night. No responses to them this morning though, surprisingly. I guess the recipients are still in too much shock to respond, or maybe they just put two and two together: twas a Friday night, and Fridays obviously mean drinking. But let me reiterate, I didn't have much; just didn't have much sleep either. Thank god I got a good sleep last night.
Today is judgment day for my beloved Heels. Yes, we have to contend with Duke tonight. I'm going to have butterflies flying in my stomach all day, and they will not cease until the conclusion of the game. It's that big of a deal. You'd think my love for Carolina basketball would have died down a bit after receiving my letter of rejection from Stephen Farmer, Assistant Provost Director of Admissions at The University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill. Yet it seems as if it has only gotten stronger, for reasons unknown. Maybe I'll be there someday.
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