The night before yesterday was our office's Christmas dinner. We hit our goals and we all got Christmas bonuses. I was given good feedback about my work and told I was appreciated. It was a relief because the guys at the office work hard, are incredibly smart and productive. This always makes me insecure about my performance.

We went to a great restaurant and then to a nightclub. I got too drunk. My level of impertinence was not terrible, perhaps the thing I regret the most is offering them Modafinil which my sister brought from Mexico (not at the spot, but for one day they would like to try at work). Only the millenial CEO responded positively, I think the rest were like "that's weird dude". Given the spectrum of faux pas I can do while high or drunk, I think it went pretty good.

I just woke up, it's been at least 30 hours from my last drink and I still feel hungover. But yesterday it was monumental. At lunch I asked for a beer and one of the young guys raised his eyebrows. I told him: this is like homeopathy: a little bit of the poison will cure you from the illness. It was remarkable how much it helped.

After work I felt tempted to score some weed. In me, it will almost nullify a severe hangover. In the last month I've only smoked one weekend, when my mother and my sister went to Barcelona, and I saw my mood initially spike only to decline very fast while causing a compulsion to smoke, and it was difficult to renew the break when my family came back. I don't want to think too much about it, it's like a toxic relationship: you win not by berating your ex in tought, but by moving forward by allowing new people and things into your life.

When I came back home my mother asked if I wanted to sleep. I said yes but then regretted it, she had been home the entire day and surely wanted to do something, so last night we went to a Flamenco show. One of the dancers was spectacular, another was was good, the third meh. It was the perfect activity for me because it lasted just one hour and it was close to home so I could go back home to sleep, and my mother was delighted.