Saterday morning, 5am ... It's always amazing that a person can spend so much time going out. When a normal person would go to bed you take a shower, scrub yourself and get dressed to go to the centre and have some fun. Or try to have some fun. Then, after hours of moving around, shaking the booty and drinking beer one comes home at 'insert anything between 3-8am', when 'normal' people get up again. It makes me wonder why it is that people in general party during the night. Is it because the darkness makes it a sort of a dream? Because whatever reason it may be you'll feel bad the next morning, or better, somewhere during the next day. That's why I'm really starting to appreciate parties which start at 7-8pm and last till 12pm. You're still a human being the next day.
But, I had a good time tonight. So all is well. =)
Edit: I woke up at 13.00 ... Luckily I had a good morning's sleep. (Yawn)
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