Pool Hall formal was fun, it felt much less crowded last night than it has in the past. My stupendous drunk-a-zoidness managed to put me in bed by midnight, but in the meantime, I felt cute (because that's what pink bunnyears do- they transform you into a meta-cute-a-zoid) and useful (because ID meant that I could mix drinks, which turned me into a
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