I was fine last night, and I woke up 11 hours later with my throat fully swollen (say that fives fast) and my hair a full afro.
Dayumn.

We went out for Zach's birthday last night, and it was a lot of fun. We went to an Indian restaurant, and everyone who worked there was hilarious. It was a really good time, and it reminded me of this kid Dilpreet said (Dil-Pree) that I used to sit at the same table with in photography a few years back. Actually, I think that was sophomore year. (Whoa. I'm a Sophomore again.) And he was hilarious too, and he was from India. I told him I loved him every day, and he had to try to come up with new and exciting ways to tell me he hated me. I think somewhere I still have a note we passed back and forth that says something along the lines of
"Dilpreet, I hope we get married someday," to which he possibly replied, "I'm going to kill you." It was a very healthy relationship. I can probably say it contributed to who I am today.

Sorry. I'm high on Sudaphed.