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A year ago tomorrow, this picture was taken:



Yeah, that's me lookin' like a tard, over on the left. You can't really see the purple sippy cup in my hand, but my friend Megan is holding a yellow one of equal size; I drank one of those of Jameson. We are wet, because we are covered in bubbly and other assorted liquids. We are very, very happy. Where'd dunx's head thing go? The world may never know.

Tomorrow, if I'm not totally sick, I will be back. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Maybe after a year of working in customer service I deserve it, but it's not like I'm getting a new job when the party's over. It's back to the same old grind. There's not going to be a big release like the last four years. And where the fuck am I going to crash? Last year after drinking the whiskey I went to the beer garden and drank a lot of beer. I think maybe I drank more than dunx and ktkate because we were going to go to a party afterwards, but after I did the uppers I promptly went to sleep rather than being less drunk. I think that was the only think keeping me alive that night. I woke up still drunk, and feeling kinda sick. Then I played softball and missed The Minibosses. But I suppose I'll be sober enough to take care of myself this year. I always am. I'll just need to find a safe place to lie down.

Congratulations, guys. Another year down. I miss it. I miss it so much.