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    Michel D   Abusing Friendster

    5.3.04 -  20:30

     
    So here's something fun. Earlier this week I completely drunk-mailed people, but not really drunk-mailed because I wasn't drunk, I just was trying to avoid a concussion and so I hadn't slept in almost two days.

    Last Sunday I was going home around midnight (because school sucks... even on a weekend), and on the second step up to my apartment I slipped back, my hand missed the handrail, and I totally landed on my backpack right in the middle my lumbar -- then I smacked my head really really firmly against the concrete after that, so, although I'd been up since 7 that morning and it was now midnight and I was exhausted, I had to stay up another 24 hours to make sure that I didn't have a concussion. Yes, so in that 24-hour period, I was drunk-mailing people all over the place. I hadn't slept and that's really just about the same thing as being completely intoxicated. But the only problem, or difference between drunk-dialing people and drunk-mailing them, is that when you get drunk dialed and it's just a voice mail at least you have the sound of the voice to provide some sort of context, however when you get drunk-mailed you have no aural context. So Tuesday I went around apologizing to the people that had received strange messages from me. It was terribly fun.

    And when you send these e-mails with no context, and you realize you've done so then you're totally screwed. Because even though you can't retrieve a voicemail either, at least you have that slurring and giggling to give the person some clue that you were fucked up at the time.

    That's just it there, I should slur and giggle more when I write people.
     

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