Languid Saturday

The day began with an excellent breakfast and a much-needed coffee after a not-so-great night. Both of us had a terrible night's sleep. We tried to pull ourselves together, but neither of us had the energy to act like adults. Eventually, we decided to pop into the capital to buy a nice bottle of gin for one of our mates at the shop that specializes in liquor. They have a wide selection of beverages, so we felt lost among the racks brimming with bottles. The shop owner gave us some good advice, and in the end, we bought a Japanese gin, Nikka Coffey Gin, which is said to be promising for a connoisseur. But boy, was the traffic horrible in the city? The normally 10-minute drive took us half an hour; that's how terrible the traffic jam was. Anyway, after buying some food at our favourite fast food restaurant - Csirke Csibész - we drove back to devour the nosh. After finishing lunch, I gave Ági a nice foot massage, which was when our afternoon sleep ordeal started. I passed out right after ending the foot massage, and after a 30-minute coma, I woke up like a twice-executed slug. Since then, I haven't been able to recover consciousness, which, usually, is not something that anyone would be surprised about, and I feel like a confused sloth. No wonder I couldn't focus on my English studies today.

I'll make up for my terrible laziness tomorrow. I promise.

LANGUID - lacking energy, or causing a lack of energy or enthusiasm

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