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- Ooph, I just had macaroni. Full, barf. I might still be hungover from the night-before-last, a night during which I imbibed a minor amount of beer but got majorly trashed because I had not eaten anything all day except lunch. Rolling around on the floor drunk, belligerently drunk, shouting and throwing knives drunk. I was wearing a red t-shirt with the silhouette of a bull on it. Today I have done not much. I reparked the car, I found a library, I talked to people in different states. I slept in, I washed clothes, I'm having an italian soda. Tomorrow is the Capitol Hill Block Party. Band of Horses! Silversun Pickups! The Little Ones! Smoosh! Common Market! + friends. Did I mention that I'm full? I did. I am. I'm leaving Seattle on Sunday again. Again. Ugh. Ugh. But summer, I *heart* it.
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