I don't really feel guilty about calling in sick. Weekends like these put my whole life back into perspective. Just when i am getting burnt out at work, just when i start feeling numb and disconnected, spending a day at my favorite place in the world reminds me what life is all about. I was much happier in the office today. To hear this sort of music... To be able to chill out in such a beautiful place surrounded by happy people... To drink and smoke and dance and forget everything else in the world... I don't know what i would do without this. Going clubbing for a few hours in other countries used to make me happy, but this is a whole nother level.
I made a little resolution while i was there to try to go a week without drinking after work. This is day two (not that yesterday's recovery day really counted). It's not even 8pm now and i am at a loss for what to do. I really fucking want a drink. I don't even know why. My evening feels sort of empty without it. Of course, that was the whole point. If i'm sitting around with nothing to do in the evenings, maybe i will get off my ass to do the things i keep wanting to do but never getting round to. We'll see how it pans out. In Canada i tried to do this a few times and by day three i'd break down and get completely hammered.
Still, without going out and remembering what truly makes me happy i probably wouldn't even have tried.