Day 13: I honestly can't remember anything that happened today. I think I was at a bar at some point and they tried to give us another round of drinks un-solicited, and I literally walked the hell out of there in disgust. Partying here is catching up with me, I have a really bad fucking cough from smoking a pack a day (I normally smoke 2 cigarettes a day). Moderation is not my strong-suit.
Day 14: Smoking cigs with colleagues, girl tells me to try her cigarette--that was a bit forward! Feeling exhausted from constantly going out.
Day 15: Still in progress. Woken up at 600 by friends, demanding to drink--I sipped one beer and went back to sleep. Deflecting questions about why I'm here from girls, going with opening a cevapi restaurant and international fugitive wanted by NATO with the girls.
Day 14: Smoking cigs with colleagues, girl tells me to try her cigarette--that was a bit forward! Feeling exhausted from constantly going out.
Day 15: Still in progress. Woken up at 600 by friends, demanding to drink--I sipped one beer and went back to sleep. Deflecting questions about why I'm here from girls, going with opening a cevapi restaurant and international fugitive wanted by NATO with the girls.