I've been a righteous man over the last few weeks - no nightly excursions for this one.
Exercise and writing have taken precedent, but...the time has come again where I feel I must step out and rejoin humanity in revolution against my self imposed prison.
As much as I'm making progress with my writing, I need a breather - just one night out, I swear.
There is a genuine inner conflict though. I would like to get one more short story done before I return to London - that gives me a fortnight, but the party-man inside needs release.
The battle of who dominates my soul this weekend is on: angelic solitary writer VS social party demon