For the multiple routes of expressions, I have decided I will go Butter tonight (I know I am a club suicide - I have never been there before. Resistance to change has kept me well at zouk for many years).
I am very hungry, have not ate dinner or lunch, do not care about the NDP and is accused as lazy to even ring McDonalds Delivery.
The view of a drinking night as having distinct reasons and unchanging elements of desire to get drunk might be projected on me.
But you know I dont care what you think.
I had an awful Friday night and that's how I want to make it up to myself, Saturday night.
I am identified as a hungry, sleeping log (albeit mainly half awake half online and dreaming of food) and now, essentially crazy, to want to go out at 1030pm, rediscover human jam with the NDP crowd, but as far as I can tell at this point, anyway, it beats staying at home.
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