Saturday night. Alone in my room. There's a party at my place. Chain smoking and drinking. Listening to great music. Getting ready to make my move on a certain lady. If she shows up...

I realize I tend to think too much, but that's something that most of you surely think for themselves as well. We're all the same it seems. Or its the alcohol making me feel "united" and half-human.

Random thoughts but good grammar and spelling.