Went out clubbing in this tiny fucking town on Friday and it was fucking hicks-ville, but at least the random people that I went with kept plying me with drink so I'd stop bitching about the terrible music. It also smelt like a goddamn middle school gym and people were standing around like they were in middle school too. They bought 2 bottles of captain, god knows what that cost them at the stupid overpriced club. Anyway, that didn't stop me and I got super blitzed and terrorized some French people and I started yelling at the DJ to stop playing such trash and then I got kicked out by the bouncers at 6am... They closed at 6:30am and the little group I was with came out then lol. What a waste of my liver. I literally spent all day in bed yday and didn't even get up to have a ciggy. The hangxiety is real and I just want to dose Phenibut. Maybe my inhibitions were a little too low on Friday as I took double my normal dose of Phenibut and decided to go to this club out of some kind of morbid curiosity. I knew it would be shit and I still went. I miss proper drugs... Would a little Tramadol and some pot be too much to ask? Fucking small towns... /Endrant