I awoke with a start when surprisingly i wasnt on the comfortable ground that i now and love but rather on a very thereputic bed that felt good and moist. Ah thats right i slept over at my friend christina's house after the club. Now where is my passport? Did I leave it in the club? Oh no, where is my shirt. Oh.. its on me, im wearing my shirt, but still what about my passport. Thats gonna suck when im actually thinking. Oh well.
I headed downstairs and got some food, pumpernickel bread and broccolli dip, munching on it i realise that things can look disgusting and sound disgusting and even smell disgusting and sometimes really be mildly edible.
From there i got up and headed upstairs and grabbed my stuff. Turns out my passport is in my pocket, Damn what did I have to drink?
The long walk home was fun, I explored and waited for a bus to come and it never did, so i walked the full hour and saw a nice dog and two robins have sex, thats the strangest thing to witness cuz it looks like they are fighting
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