Whew. Then, you watch it, remembering just ahead of time all the sad and funny bits; saying them drunkenly to your best friend and room mate. All while slowly getting sloshed on a beer that calls itself Circus Boy. When she goes to bed, (you don't have to yet, because you hold the kind of job where your boss can give you a Friday off because of the Dream Cruise by giving you two extra hours a day) you sit down, drunk text a boy that has better things on his mind and write this entry. And slosh water across your tits.