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Whisky should perhaps not be regarded as a good substitute for sleep.
I’m not sure what yesterday actually did, and despite a friend’s intentions I don’t think it did much. I visited a nice place (except for the forest) and met nice people, and I would love to visit again. But not now, not for a while. That place isn’t a home for me, nor will it ever be.
Unfortunately I have to say that despite the fun I had there, the circumstances in which I came to be… invited? forced? …to be there were somewhat less than what I was happy with. If nothing else, I think I’ve come to understand Iza a bit better…