The day after.

I woke up at Ryan's apartment. I was hungry, but those hunger pains were sort of mistaken as other pains. I was in the situation where you don't want to eat because your stomach hurts, but your stomach hurts because you haven't eaten. I had some water, but I was not hung over at all. I walked to the bus stop and rode the bus to the other side of campus. I walked to Russell's and talked to him about the nights. He told me a little more about how I was reacting and what I did and what I said. I felt bad, but I was not doing it on purpose.

My hair was still spiked and blue. I was going to have to go to the game like that. Dan was going to meet me at the game as well. I drove to McDonald's and got a vanilla milkshake and a hamburger. I nibbled on that and slurped the shake. I drove to the area of Bailey Field and parked. I walked to the tail gate party. Everyone was laughing at the hair. I could only tell them that it was a loooooong night.

I was offered a few beers, all of which I turned down. I hung out for a little bit, then went inside Johnson hall to find a place to sit down. I went into a lecture hall and started to sleep. Dan called me and was waiting for me outside. I met up with him, and we walked to the game. We were on the very top row of the student section.

When the National Anthem was being played we all sung along to it, then a big military aircraft from Fairchild AFB in Spokane flew by. That got the crowd going. We were playing UCLA, and the Cougs handled UCLA pretty easily.

After the game I did the fight song with the team and then off to the tailgate party. By this time I had a beer or two and hung out chatting with everyone. I left after a little while and went home.