Sunday evening/End of the week

Me: I've been complaining lately of lack of socialization, of self-constraint and of a deep nostalgia for the good times when I had an active social life. I suddenly realized I was missing my old friends, my former habits of going out in gangs, of chatting with all those interesting people till midnight or of being in the middle of them. And out of a sudden need of being that ME again, I began with some phone-calls to my old friends and some going-outs. I've been unconscious. And there have hardly been 3 hours since I've had my stroll with my guests (my ant and my uncle), and since I've been at the Chocolate Bar with Gabi, and I already feel different. I need my friends. I desperately need them.