the weekend is over.
over.
i have accomplished nothing at all,
i promise.
there were alot of drunken facts to be remembered,
and i am not convinced i did an awful job at it.
after a parade, a cat fight, several awkward gropings thwarted,
i am ready to go home,
go home.
go home to ely.
and i don't know when i'll be back again.
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