Becoming less and less stoked

I no longer have the same excitement about the goings-on this evening. First of all, let me explain that the post-party is not a secret gathering. Let me assure all of the uninitiated that we do not wander around in robes mouthing Gregorian chants, sacrificing lambs or other wooly mammals to the gods of English and Beer. It is simply an opportunity for a few overstressed people to gather and communicate, just like our courses this semester have advised us to do. So to say that we are some type of "secret" or clandestine organization or brotherhood with secret meetings is preposterous. Trust me, any party we have is not secret: We are way too fucking loud and obnoxious to maintain any level of discretion.

However, I would argue that we, as Americans in this great and free nation, do have the right to be selective. We do not have to invite every spare that we may come into contact with to participate in our shenanigans. As a matter of fact, I would assume that most people would not want to hang around people that act like we do, unless you yourself act in a similar manner (by which I mean like an idiot).

On another note, T and the Goose will be absent, limiting the male factor in the crowd. I'll probably wind up being dogpiled all night with feminist notions and man-bashing. I can't wait. I get the feeling I may be seeking an early departure this evening.

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I had an appointment at 8:15 this morning with my doctor, but I skipped it. I've eaten like three meals (or semi-meals, at least) with no irritation, so maybe things are starting to revert back to normal. Besides, the last time I saw that doctor, he gave me cancer. So fuck that shit, right?