mintcar

I've been having an array of strange dreams lately. The night before, in my dream, my parents were telling me I have to take the LSAT and become a lawyer instead of an architect, because I need to do something more reliable. And I freaked out because that means I needed to pull out a few grand on stupid test prep! I woke up being scared of Kaplan.

The night before that, I had this even stranger dream where all these guys I know (from real life, no names mentioned) tried to woo me into bed with them, on separate occasions, but one after another. At that time, I was thinking to myself ... this must be what it's like to be a really hot GUY. (What???) The logic of it was baffling, but in retrospect, pretty funny. Nothing ever resulted from any of these sexual encounters, because, first of all, I wasn't attracted to any of these people (as the equivilant of a "hot guy," I needed to pick the trophy woman, who never showed up), and second of all, because well, I was like a hot guy ... I was exercising my will of steel to resist temptation. What a stupid dream.

So last night was my first night out since moving into the Phi. I had a pineapple rum cocktail Rose mixed and a long island iced tea that Rose picked up for me at Blake's. I got them down fast, but oh man, I totally overestimated my intake last night. I should have thought, "If I haven't had any alcohol besides wine and an occasional beer for the past month, month and a half, I should take this slowly." But, instead, I placed faith in my tummy of steel and thought, "Free drinks!!!" I had a woozy morning for sure.

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