And then...

after all of this we little party animals did not get home until after three, though no fault of our own of course. I'm not sure how I managed, but I've decided that I may very well just give up sleep. It's overrated. I'll sleep when I die.

(The last time I saw 3am? Perhaps while staggering up Clinch with A hoping we remembered which frat house the car was parked at and wondering which delivery service would get us food the quickest or if we should walk through Krystal's. Not to be confused with this routine as they are entirely different!)