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I went to a pub. Two of them, actually. No, I'm not drunk. Honestly. I did have a pint and a half of cider, which had like 5.6% alcohol or something and even that little managed to get the floor moving under me when I stood up to go to the loo (see, I'm already speaking British), but I'm fine now, just really giggly, but that's normal for me anyway. I did have to read one of the subject lines on my flist three times to understand it, but I'm not drunk. I may have been before, though. I'm rambling, aren't I?
So I met people. That's good. I may go out again tomorrow with these people, but I'm not sure yet, so we'll see how it goes. I'm tired, but I can't stop grinning. Oh, god.
So I met people. That's good. I may go out again tomorrow with these people, but I'm not sure yet, so we'll see how it goes. I'm tired, but I can't stop grinning. Oh, god.
