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Monday I got drunk. Extremely. In a Cuban bar with my favourite human for drinking, started with one cocktail (mine was mohito, but with some really good Cuban rakiya, called kashasa), then with big whiskies… Somehow I managed to go back home at 4, after I walked her home (she called me a cab, it was really needed :) ).

In the morning I helped Mira to bring her new big bed from the entrance to home (the delivery people refused), so I while being still asleep with all my talent managed to fall on the floor, to scrape my leg (there’s a great scar) and to hit my left shoulder in such a way that I dislocated it when afterwards I was putting on my bathrobe (I’m bloody good…).

And in spite of that I felt good, even without the tripe soup and with the weird feelings in the head… Stuff like this should happen at least every two months, so you can clean yourself.

And to remind you – tomorrow in front of NDK there’s a protest from 19:00, for Strandja and for the problem with Michel (optimiced). Details can be found at the horrific instigating rebellious site savestrandja.ludost.net.

Update: Fixed the link, seems that I’m still drunk ….

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