Out of practice

I expect that my postings over the next couple days will come in short spurts. If this morning is any sign of things to come, I doubt I will be able to maintain coherent and lengthy thought processes. I blame Amy. As previously mentioned, we finally gave up talking and drinking around 3a. Amy retired to her suite of boxes and an air mattress, while Michael and I collapsed in our dorm room. To give you an idea of our state of mind…

Michael: “Why are you wearing your bra to bed?”

Me: “I don’t know. Take it off.”

Michael: “OK.”

I woke up this morning with my bra unhooked and tangled around my neck and one arm. Classy.

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