I remember back in the day, sitting up into the wee small hours talking about life and the meaning of it. Just sitting on my parents Rayburn with a mug of tea was a nice way to end a night out, just chatting to a friend or whoever was stopping over that weekend... My conversations often strayed into strange areas and views. The later it got, the wilder the views. Big mental leaps forward seemed possible due to the more fluid, loose atmosphere. The trouble was though, that come morning all I had discussed the previous night seemed nothing but a source of embarrassment, and clumsy thinking. I sometimes woke up the next morning cringing at what i'd said the night before. Yes, the night loosens our inhibitions. What of today though ? Well I just want to get too bed !!
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