Unedited to preserve fdrunken typos/.

 I am now hanging out upstairs witgh a buncvh of college students, drunk as hell and making jokes (listening to jokes?  participating in jokes?) about third-wave feminism, furries, Scripture, foreign exchange experienxces in China, and several other topics I am not drunk enough to mention outside of friendslock.

I am typing much better than I ought to, given that I have consumed:  two heiunekens, two shots of bai jo, a mike's raspberry margaritaand a half, and a mike's black chery lemonade within the last nienty minuestish.

I have been encouraged by these spiteful young people to not only drunkblog, but liveblog bmy drunkenessn.  If IU had trillian, my throughtformed pals, I would be in chat right now, but thius guys laptop does not have any such thing.,

I hope this satisfies youm you voyuerish persons who were disappointwed in me yesterday.  I would be composing a more sinsible post if I were not sdeliberately postin g unedited stream of consciousness,.

still aware of typoes.l

 Still drunk.  Wathcing Superbad.   Not as amused as all present feel I ouhht to be.

Have lost count of drinks.  

Seth Rogen would be better in other people's moviues.

Also, realizing with some horror taht I was more or less Michael Cera in high school.

The evening after.

Well, my hangover isn't/wasn't that bad, but it did mean that staring at a screen has been a headache-inducing annoyance all day today.

More tomorrow.