I feel good

Last night I went out to rid myself of my semester-long stress and to dance in the street celebrating the end of a hellish semester.

Went to West End and put some music in me. The playlist consisted of 1 hard cider, 1 amaratto on the rocks, 1 kamikaze, 1 absolut mandrin shot, and for an encore, 2 cups of pitchered Bud Light. I was a loose little boy, and it showed. For a time, I had to worry about chapped lips. It was a beautiful time. Great end to a semester. I will now not use the word “semester” for at least a month.

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