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Last night I:

Studied for that damn G.E.D.
Got a French girl to talk about her lawn.
Crashed a party.
Ate a Sharpie.
Ate some other junk.
Drew on Jake's face.
Drank a lot - felt nothing.
Watched drunk people make fools of themselves. (Always a good time.)
Stole Jake's couch.

Oh - I don't know where it ended up, but somewhere there there's a copy of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac I brought for Illyana to read. If someone finds it, pass it along.

And today, hand to hand training with Logan starts up again. I will hurt, but it will be good!

Oh so good.