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It’s amazing how easy it is to become wiped out. I got there for just after nine and we had drinks and we had drinks and we chatted and had drinks. Thing is, I stopped having drinks at around eleven so that I wouldn’t wasted the next day. My plan was to go out, party hard, and then come back and have a bit of a power sleep. On waking up I’d quickly pack up my room so I could ship it off to my other home; base camp. That all went fine, but my problem is that I’m still as tired as a truck-driver midwife.

Perhaps it was the dancing. Half-way through the night, one of the guys I was with popped up behind me and whispered in my ear, though it was probably a shout considering how loud the club was, that I was a great dancer. I’m not so sure but it’s always great to get compliments like that, so I thanked him, and tried to live up to the comment. I drank so much water it’s unreal, but I still woke up this morning, after my paltry 3 hours of sleep, feeling like an elephant had slept on top of me, hitting my head the whole time. I’m aching, tired, eyes drooping, and my skin looks like a spray-on grey veneer. Club dancing always takes it out of you, especially since I haven’t danced that hard in quite a while. I think it will take some getting back into, being toned enough again to pull it off several times a week!

Of course the student reaction to this state of affairs is to…. go out again tonight! It’s party season and all the medics have had their last exam today, meaning that tonight will be a long one. I’m going to crash and burn, for the oracle has foretold it.

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