On my way home after my little devastating tornado, which I actually brought down on their wretched heads, I dropped into a pub, and got some... erm, beverage. So, I was sitting in front of a counter while waiting for my friend and looking for somebody who felt the same thing as I did. But it was too crammed with drunken voices of dolts who claster together to run away from their responsibility as being husband and doing your job or.. whocarewhatelse, therefore I decided that I had been too much preoccupied with my plans that I simply could have a quarterlife crisis. Sounds not great, yeah. Well, that's why I spent the whole night boozing up, flirting and enjoying the whole acting immensely what actually makes me laugh now.