...and then there are those of us who always sleep in the club. If I was dying to go clubbing for a month or two, and I finally went, you would most likely find me laying in the couch, yawning, stretching and sleeping as opposed to dancing my feet out... I don't know why...and its not because the room has an air of boredom, or the drinks are not ice cold, or the people not colourful, or the lights not dim enough, or the dresses not skimpy enough, sleeping in the club is something that happens to me. I can't say I'm proud of it, how could I ever be proud when my friends get pissed, they get so mad at me, last night they threatened to leave me at home because of my club sleeping thingy which has become a serial behavior, I promised them I would dance all the way, I wouldn't even blink...so did I keep the promise? No.
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