As soon as I start feeling a little less stuffy and healthier, I go out all night and ruin it all. Friday met up with Mike, Brooke, and Jeff at Mugs for some beers and burgers. Then to an art opening (which means drinking beer in a gallery rather than in a bar). Then to a couple bars. Saturday felt like shit, stayed in. Sunday, felt great, go figure. That night, go out til 3:30. Here I am again, totally stuffed up and unmotivated. I guess I put off some shit til tommorrow.