Went out to a Club and this time I can atleast remember what happened - stayed there drinking and dancing until 3 AM when we got kicked out. It was cold as f*ck outside, and since I forgot to take any Coat with me and I was covered in sweat I literally felt like freezing to death. Since there weren't any means of public transportation around and we didn't want to perish by cold me & my girl decided to take a taxi to the central station and wait there until we could take the train home. After some hours of sitting inside a Burger King Restaurant we finally made it home, and I just fell into bed and slept for a few hours straight.
In the morning I felt absolutely f*cking miserable, I wasn't hungover but my sinuses felt airtight and my tonsils swoll to the size of a grapefruit - time to see the doctor. Anyways, now I'm sitting here, taking antibiotics and telling my workplace that I'm still sick... I feel like this week is going to have a huge payback, but I don't care, I wanted to quit my job anyways.
Now I just wonder what I'm going to do in the evening, or if I can even carry on with this Experiment - maybe I'll just take a day off from partying. Propably I'll just have an old buddy come over and we'll spend the evening drinking a beer or two and smoking. Sounds healthy, huh?
Well, whatever happens - you guys will be the first to notice.