my mouth hit by a frisbee thrown by kevin o' young which caused interior lacerations, exterior swelling. so i have a british smile (paulimb), will go out later tonight with this whole 'gang'! everyone looks the same except anand, who looks awesome. management didn't, couldn't help me sort out this mishmash of where/what/when to drink, however, not surprising, since i'm failing it and will get an "INC" on my transcript, not worried just yet - because i'm not letting myself. fingers so cold. this entire day i don't think i said more than a paragraph's worth of good-english-sentences: "hello; my name is fubu." two days ago lisa anand rhinebeck/eveready, yesterday albany w/ hanseul and turkey, my mom keeps baking this apricot ginger cake and i am fat.

charlie rose and the yale school of drama
billy elliott and the royal school of ballet
rabbi phunkiewicz and the new school of communication

cold, going to have a night.
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i'm all nervous right now because of the night. everyone disappointed. so sleepy...