I want to go to Prague to visit K. This is going to cause severe, severe repercussions with S.W., obvious. But... eh. I'd rather go to Prague. How I'm going to pay for it is another story, of course...
I do love that K and I can only be honest to each other (0r even nice to each other, and he pointed out) when one of us is drunk. But we're talking again, and he doesn't hate me, so it's all good. (Why do I care so much about what he thinks of me?)
Head of the Charles is this weekend. BFD. Drama, drama, drama. We know the rowers who are going, but not the coxswain... sooo much drama. I don't even really want to go, I just want to win, and winning means beating out D and S for the Charles boat. I have very studiously been keeping myself out of the fray to avoid getting my ass beat (I could take S, not so sure about D), but of course I still want it.
We'll see.
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