I was in a strange house somewhere. Think it was in London. All my friends had just left to go out clubbing for the night, and I was supposed to join them. However, a friend of mine who I haven't seen for six months and is volunteering in Malaysia was there, and we decided to just stay home and spend time with eachother instead. Think my brain is trying to tell me to stop going out and getting drunk and start working harder to maintain the relationships that are important to me, even if they're not the ones that are most immediate.