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don’t you hate it

when you  make a fool of yourself on a wednesday night? not even a friday or a saturday, but a wednesday? when you accidentally get cross-faded to the point where you just can’t stand up anymore and you have to be lead upstairs to someones room before you find yourself running to the bathroom to vomit?

and then, when you wake up in the morning, you remember that you had only wanted to stay at your friends house for an hour because you have a presentation the next afternoon, but you ended up staying all night because, well, you had made a fool of yourself and couldn’t actually go home.  

I feel dumb.