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I can't believe I just got done negotiating with the cops that if I tried to shut this party up, they'd go away. I guess the landlord called a couple times because the neighbors bitched and we didn't hear it?

NOW I get to quiet all the stragglers down, which, fuck, I didn't actually want to do, but somehow found myself agreeing anyway.

Tomorrow morning, after I drink a truck's worth of coffee, I'm turning in my adult card. Right now, I get to put my friends and some of THEIR friends to sleep.

Being responsible's a real pain in the ass.

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I am not having a good week.

I've been following the Net for the past few weeks, trying to see if anyone has had a similar experience to mine. I'm having a bit of an identity crisis, to be honest, about my dreams.

I've dreamed some more since John told me who what I truly am. Seen so much more of the universe, time and space. I think I've finally come to believe it.

I am the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space, Build Site: Gallifrey Blackhole Shipyard, Type 40 Build Date: 1963. Companion to the Doctor forever, his ship and his friend all at once. I am the soul of the TARDIS.

How is that for weird?

That was some party. I had a sip or two from Alyssa's flask, but otherwise I might have been one of the only sober people there. It's also a good thing that the police didn't ask for IDs when they stopped by.

Scoot, do you even remember the party?

I LOVE THIS!!

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Oh, God, my head.

Remind me to never drink that much ever again.