Would that I'd been drunker. I didn't enjoy tonight as much as some other people, but I did get to go up to the so-called "Nipple of Knowledge," as the cupola atop Main Hall is widely known. A good night.

It's all spiders and plywood, in case you were wondering. And there was some paint, as you can see.

My clothes are covered in grass stains, which is a bit of a surprise. It's either from rolling down Union hill (someone had most of my girly drink while I was on my way down: anger) or sleeping under the graduation tent. I'm glad we did that.

So many regrets this year. I just... I dunno. It seems like I could have been a lot happier if I'd done... well, even the little things. One more drink last night and I would have been as drunk as anyone. Not paranoid and cynical.