Oh sweet jesus, did I have fun. I had a crowd of friends there, a ton of food and a shitload of fun st the Rat Hole. I have a goodly amount of free alcohol in me, we played pool, and just had the most wicked good time. I have pics if i can ever get a computer to put them up with. It was a hell of a game. We screamed and cheered and I was cleaved unto bosoms and shown lots of love.

I'm so hoping this is a family that I can keep for a while. They made me feel unafraid and joyous. And football kicks fucking ass. After the festivities died, a friend and I went to the waffle house to eat whatever meal comes between Superbowl Pigout and breakfast. We talked and I got a lot of things off my chest. He listened and gave really good advice. I told details and stories which probably guarantee D is never going to forgive me for, but it wasn't done out of malice. I've never had shame in my game, or really a filter that keeps stuff from falling out of my brain onto my tongue. Just a pitfall of knowing me, I guess.

God, I guess I'm ready for another day. I wasn't sure I was, but its coming anyway.

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