Hello honeybunnies and lesser demons! I have had a great week.  Today I again
have go listening to shitty seminar presentations, ack.

Yesterday on karate one of the dudes explained me his system for drinking.  He
is gradually reducing the times he is allowed to drink from 9 to 6 / year. 
First he had 9 times and gradually he will set drinking to maximum of six
times a year.  I thought that is quite clever... Well gotta think about it a
bit more. But not  until saturday night as then is Karate's yearly party. I
need to start asking teachers if they need help as we are required to do 5
times of teaching before  blue belt. 

Dream (LAS DROGAS!): Me and Marsu went into this techno/trance bar and a we
arrive there early. There is a bar and lots of sofas on the another room and 
we go there first. Marsu is tired and passes out on the sofa. I think this is
my opportunity and I decide to do some speed. Shit! All the stuff is in my 
jacket pocket and it is by the fucking guards. I go there and ask the guard if
I could take something from my pocket. He puts the jacket on (?) and I go for
the pocket. I try to take my sheet of dexedrines without those bastards
noticing it. I finally manage to do it and go to toilet for few nice
stimulants.  I hop them in and suddenly notice that oh shit. I am outside the
bar and would need to get in again. Luckily the guard remembers me and lets me
in. Now I wonder why in the hell is this  techno place so fuckin silent that I
don't hear any music. I go looking around and see that there are LOADS of cars
on the parking lot (so the party must be going on) and go seeking for people.
I don't remember the rest very well but I am sure it involved kissing with
someone  who wasn't Marsu. Marsu slept while I was being nasty, taking speed
and kissing other women.