Tonight's the party at the Thunderdome. I've got the sweet tea ready, the car airing out (It kinda smells funny after it rained through the sunroof and I don't have anything against people smoking in the car so long as I can let it sit outside with the windows down.), and a fifth of wonderful, wonderful Smirnoff No. 21 in my trunk. I spent yesterday bragging about the amount of drinking I was gonna do, but you know what? I don't feel the need to get more than a little buzzed if I drink at all. I want to be lucid for this one. Whatever psychological issues had my subconscious so thirsty seem to have fixed themselves. I'm stoked.
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