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Don't drink on klonopin. I am too hungover. I had three gigantic White Russians last night. It wasn't as fun as it sounds.

My presentation went off without a hitch last night. I had to dope myself up on klonopin just to get up there and do it, but my professor let me do it first and leave early because of that. I think people paid attention because it was a nice change from her usual rambling. I showed some choice clips from Prisoner of the Mountain and Marooned in Iraq, and discussed the ethnic conflicts in the Middle East within their historical contexts and as a reaction to globalization. A few of the older ladies had tears in their eyes during one scene in Marooned in Iraq when a Kurdish man without sons is overjoyed because by adopting war orphans he gains two sons at once, without having to marry another wife (he already had four).

I want to dance and dance until my hangover goes away. I wonder if we'll have rollerskating in Austin tonight.

I am going to go lay down and drink mango juice on ice until my brain rehydrates.