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Can’t say that today’s club was a complete disaster, but perhaps it was one of the worst clubs over the last few months. I haven’t prepared questions and it led to many awkward moments, which I was unable to settle properly. Approaching the end of the week, my mood changed down to the point of overwhelming mental exhaustion, which was already obvious when I wrote the last note. It’s time to reconsider the way of dealing with weekly topics, isn’t it? Maybe, sometimes, I have to get rest instead of beating the shit out of every concept. Next time, we’re discussing “Aggression”. I guess, within the next couple of days, I may make questions, record one self-talk and write a post in vk—that’s it. Usually, the work inspires me, so that I derive a lot of pleasure from research, but paying no attention to the signs of mental exhaustion, may be too dangerous, resulting in pernicious consequences. Hence, I have to pause and wait for a while.
In the evening, met X, Y and a few of other guys. They had a barbeque at Y’s dacha. When I got there, X was already drunk. He mumbled all sorts of nonsense during the entire evening. I pigged out several skewers, drank a cup of tea and lost myself in a meaningless exchange of words. Later, we drove to the city, walked there for a while and parted at midnight.
Oh, it seems I really must get rest. What the hell am I writing about?
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