Sunday morning thoughts

Woke up this night round half past three, couldn´t sleep anymore.
Wished I had still some Valium or weed.
Decided to went out. Switched on the PC, looking for dates, found a house-party somewhere in the outskirts.
Took a night-tram and arrived some minutes before dawn.
Birds were already awake.
It took place in the basement of an old "Plattenbau".
There were only a few people, maybe 20. No metro-faggots or bitchy fashion-victims there. Didn´t know anybody of them. Normal people. Quite a friendly atmosphere.
Wasn´t really house-music, even more electro-something. To slow in my opinion.
Had a beer. Sternburg Export: 1€. For five empty bottles you could get one for free. Pretty good idea, no problems with broken glass.
Wasn´t in a mood for dancing. Sun was already up - yellow bitch.
Called a taxi taking me home.
Had to wait at the yard.
The driver was working for 14 hours.
Think I am getting old, going out for parties after I slept. Like OAPs on a sunday-tea-party. Feel like the pensioneers in these welness-hotel.