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I was "waken" up several times this morning by phonecalls from various people. Went to Bailey's house cuz we had to play Soul Caliber. My thumb's still bloody and raw from the previous night. His grandma made me eat food. Raid got sprayed in my face. It burns horribly. It was not orgasmic or euphoric. It was the opposite of the club. It was like the fiery pits of hell. I'm not in the right mood for this. Come on. I'm done with this.