It was my time off.
After an epic struggle to see Vicky Christina Barcelona (which just made me want to return there ASAP)- I'm crashing out.
Smoking pot and staying in.
Danced epicly last night, forseeing something similar for the next few nights.
It's not like I didn't manage to network for a job, bump into a DJ, and discuss sex with a few friends already.
It's two am. I'm taking a few hits, reading a magazine, having some tea, and going to sleep.
it's hard to know when you need to stop.