When I got home last night, I was covered in a substantial layer of ick and pain. I hadn't eaten any real food in 10 hours, hadn't slept in 20. After being dehydrated for like 3 hours, all I had to drink was coke. I don't even like coke.
The night before the concert, I woke up in tears (dead serious I am not a cryer) at 4 AM. I dreamt that I had gotten separated from my friends on the way to the concert, wound up somewhere in Pennsylvania. Therefore, I was missing Arcade Fire because I was in the state that has so many fucking hills I get carsick going there. Great start.
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I woke up at 6:30. Why? To take the SAT Reasoning again, yay!!1 Nothing like a 4-hour, life-altering test to wake you up on a foggy morning.
After the SATs, I eat for what will be the last time for many hours (unless one measly energy bar at 4:30 and…