I got a call at 2 in the morning. It was my best buddy saying he broke up with his girlfriend. I wasn't asleep and wasn't that sleepy so I agreed to meet up with him at the closest cheep drinking place from my home. I wasn't really up for something. God, why does the first beer taste so good for thirst every time? I don't really care for the second or the third but I always drink beer for the first drink. We ordered something light to eat though I didn't eat any of it. He wasn't in a bad sad mood but he kept talking while I was feeling a little high. I am not so certain if I was a good listener... I know breaking up always sucks but we are not insanely old so we can move onto something hopeful, can't we? I hope he will do better after the 6 year relationship. He can always count me in for drinks. :-)

I got back home after the sun rise around 5 in the morning... I decided not to go to bed coz my body clock will be fucked up. So I did clean up the house and stuff like that. Oddly, I am not tired or sleepy. But I guess I take it easy and do nothing weekend specific stuff.
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