The morning was good, I was tired with sluggish hung-overness but I could cope with that. Somehow by the time I walked out of my class I felt utterly molested and alienated. I was really anxious to get home, and I did. I took a shot of gin, to make myself feel amused with my own irritation, sort of like "okay Ashley the day sucked but it's over" -
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