Man, I wish I was drunk more, or at all. Don’t you love checking your IM messages or looking at someone’s blog, only to see that they wrote an extremely embarassing message there while they were drunk? God I miss that. The one thing you could always look forward to at Bard was a weird rambling IM message or 30 messages on your answering machine at three in the morning going, “Hey, are you there? I know you’re there. Why aren’t you there?” I miss completely embarassing myself. I embarass myself all the time, but never to such a high level of shame as when I’m drunk off my ass and telling everyone I love them. And I do love you all, but wouldn’t you rather I say so like, “Mann, i lov uuuuuuuuuuuu!”