Going out without doing habitual things looks like bizarre walk to the moon. That kind of promenade was my clubbing this Saturday night. Girls, whose only clothing was lingerie, resembling to sleep-walkers suddenly stolen by aliens, danced with such an inimitable rapture. Luckily they were few among that hoping crowd. I was very happy to see my friends, stylish and hilarious as always.
It may seem that my new healthy life doesn’t group with dance fever, but I’m not going to discard these mirthful things that make me feel great. Diet and sports don’t cause me any troubles, but smoking… I’m still far from quitting this weary habit. Shorn of cakes and cigarettes, I’ve never been as dull and unhappy as last week. Nobody is perfect I still learn to be happy and healthy.
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