I'm really not a big fan of late nights. Somehow though, this is my second late night in a row. It's not gonna be a pretty sight when I wake up tomorrow...
I just realised that meeting an old acquaintance to me, is a little cardio workout. I suppose that's true for introverts; your heart beats faster at the prospect of having to make small talk, you even get that adrenaline rush when they call your name and you have to display a reaction that doesn't tell them you'd already seen them before they'd seen you. When it's over, you find that you've been perspiring from the moment they appeared. It doesn't matter whether you like them or you absolutely hate them; it's an ordeal.
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