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I survived one more party.

I’ve been drinking the whole week, and to top this there was this party Saturday. I wondered if I should go and this is how some people were persuading me:
“Why are you wondering? Remember what happened when we celebrated something there last time – you slept with both girls whose birthday that was. Come on now, the current one is also pretty.”
(Morwen, how could you)

When I was going out my mother’s comment was “With these torn clothes that you wear I have no idea why girls even talk to you”.
At the party I got drunk pretty nice with red wine and broke my own record on spilling things.
I didn’t get enough sleep and woke myself up with big gulps of vodka.
I played some pretty weird game with cards with dragons. I wasn’t really able to focus.
Somewhat alive I went to the office of a client where we had to finish something, did it in hour and a half.
The tripe soup in Divaka managed somewhat to bring me back to life.

Words can’t explain how tired I feel. I should lower the drinking next week, OpenFest is coming.
(and I have to finish writing my lecture)

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