Tired, more tired and extremely tired. All I can think about: my sweet little bed with nice warm comforter and not-so-comfortable pillows. But alas! I have to go to a party. I hate parties but this one I couldn't get out of. I have to go. I should go. I will go. I am going. Oh God, I HATE PARTIES.
P.S.: Sorry for this absurd post. It just shows state of my mind before any party I couldn't escape from.
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