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Eh. The party was lame. But, that might have something to do with how awkward I get in social situations with people I'm not entirely comfortable with.

And as much as I USUALLY want to fucking kick Little Josh in the face-- I wanted to do it ten times more today, after getting stuck next to his drunk ass in the back of a cab heading home. Christ, I can't fucking stand that kid.

There were a couple laughs, though. Our ridiculous attempt at a soccer game was pretty amusing, though it really drove the point home that I really don't belong trying to take part in any sort of sporting activity. The beerclipse in the fridge made me laugh. And the improvised Aaron Buchcowski song was a riot (...and sadly, wasn't recorded.) That was about it, though.

Oh well. It wasn't like I had anything better to do today. At least now I know for sure that I'm really not going to be missing anything when I don't go to the next one.

Eh. I didn't go to bed last night, so, practically ready to pass out. I'm just going to finish a couple things and hit the fucking sack.