Yesterday didn’t go exactly as planned. I decided to attend a company party in my old hometown a few hours drive away. The plan was to enjoy free food and alcohol, and make sure the bosses would remember my face in the future. As far as the party went, everything proceeded smoothly. There was still some hours to burn til the bus would leave for home, so I decided to stop by an awesome pub known for its wide selection of specialty beers. I don’t have much recollection of what happened thereafter, but what is certain is that the bus I was supposed to catch never came, and I ended up spending the night out in the street lying on a bench next to the station. All my cash (luckily not much) was gone, my phone had a few strange photos on its memory I don’t remember taking, and I had an assortment of broken sunglasses, a wrench, and a deodorant stick in my pocket. After 6 hours of lying there in the rain and cold with strong ales burning my stomach like hellfire, I finally caught a bus going somewhat in somewhat right direction, and hours later collapsed into my bed at home.
And then this happened.
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