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So, I drove home Sunday morning after a night of crushing Beer Pong losses. Which meant that I was not feeling so hot... I got home, got undressed, and collapsed on the couch until about noon. At which time I woke up and poked around the house. I didn't leave at all...I mostly sat.

I woke up this morning to go to work and I went "Hmmm...car keys...where are my car keys..." I can't find them ANYWHERE. After half an hour of searching, I went "Well fuck...I have to go to work or I'm going to be insanely late". So, I took the spare key and headed out. All day I thought about everywhere I'd searched...couldn't find them. Jon looked for them WHILE I was at work. I kept thinking that I must have hot-wired my own car to drive home and my keys were somewhere on campus. Nope...they were in the front garden that surrounds our porch. Don't ask me how they got there, but I just found them a couple minutes ago. I'm guessing I unlocked the door, left the keys in them, slammed it shut and they fell out. I really need those key alarms for my birthday. Either that or I need to come home before 7am.

I learned a very important lesson on Saturday night. I should really not talk trash. I get drunk and I talk shit. I was convinced I could beat on JMShearer, who is a Marine. I pretty much got my ass kicked. My arms are super achy today and I have finger-print bruises on half the pressure points on my body. Thanks dude. Way to kick a girl's ass. Haha. I think I probably won in the end, cause I play dirty. And I won't lie...I like to pretend that I'm super-tough-girl.

Went and played poker tonight with Trickynicki, Jauggernautchild, and some other people. I lost a few dollars, but I had fun. And apparently I left a pair of my dress pants there. If you hang out with me often enough, you will quickly learn that all of my stuff ends up being left behind at one point or another. Luckily, I don't need those pants because I will be wearing my suits Wed-Sat. *ugh* Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be so serious at work all the time. I used to work at a Dairy Queen and I kid you not, whipped cream fights were the best thing on the planet. I want to goof around again.

My big international conference checks in starting on Wednesday afternoon and going through Saturday morning, so I will not be doing ANYTHING Friday night. This client decided she needed us to work 7:30am-9am Th, F, and Sat. Boo. Why must you make me get up at the ass crack of Saturday? Plus, she's super disorganized. Someone needs to get online tomorrow and send me love during work because about halfway through today, when she sent me 200 more people to be put in the registration system, I thought I was going to cry.