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Coming home from dropping off my girlfriend at her house in Almost Woodbury, I took 35 to St. Clair. About 1:30 in the morning, there was little traffic on the road. I didn't encounter another car on St. Clair until after I had crossed Ayd Mill, which is where a (presumably) drunken man darted in front of my car, which was headed west at about 37 miles per hour. I swerved into oncoming traffic, then whipped back into the right lane, avoiding as narrowly as humanly possible a head-on collision with the Oldsmobile headed east. When I came to a stop at the light at Hamline, I fully realized what had just happened. From there, my (15-20 miles per hour) trip home was a blur. I began hyperventilating around Pascal Street and nearly passed out. I didn't notice how bad it was getting (or how slowly I was driving) until I had passed Prior. I threw it into park in front of Groveland Elementary and vomited on the boulevard. I was, to say the least, a fucking mess.

Other than that, my day was a fucking brilliant one. It was the last day of school. At 2:00 the entire class walked out together. It was pretty amazing. I think I might miss (parts of) it. We'll see.

Afterwards, John and I drove off to Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone, honking the horn and just going nuts in general. We went to Erin's, where we grilled and laughed and signed yearbooks.

Joe and Geoff came over. We watched X-Men. Anna and David came over. We went to Eclipse to see Look Down play. Radical Decadence opened. They stole the show. Charlie and Geoff came back to my house with us afterward. We had rented Final Destination, for the end of which we were joined by Nick, Devin, Lily, Joe, Max and someone else, whom I can't remember.

The near killing of some anonymous drunkard occured on my way back home to see Femme Fatale with Geoff and Charlie. It took my mind off the near miss, because for most of the film I was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

I'm glad I didn't kill anybody.

Peace.
-Todd