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This weekend was kind of a mess. Nothing really went according to *non-existant* plan (aka I might have accidentally locked my boyfriend out of his apartment for a few hours..), but I saw lots of friends, ate lots of brunch/hotdogs/garlic fries, watched foggy fireworks in Berkeley and somehow managed to be less hungover than that guy up there the whole time, so I'd call that a win. I also cleaned, organized, laundered, crafted and even washed the sausage dog--ya know, fun old people stuff.