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There's a map drawn on my stomach. I'm not sure what it's leading me to, but it looks like something important judging by the size of the X. I think it continues around my back, too. What the hell were we going on a hunt for, and how did I become the map?

Also, the song "Safety Dance" is forever ruined.

Costume party = total success.

Now to figure out where my stomach wants me to go.

I am completely destroyed. A tie of grandmother kissing proportions. Goals, unless they are your own teams, during the last minute of overage time are nothing more than heart attack, stroke inducing, torture.

That said, I can only hope I can manage a halfway decent lecture tomorrow. A beer of mourning is calling my name.

Two weeks until the Fourth of July weekend. What to do, what to do.

( Private to Eliina )

( Private to Nathan )