It was a little chilly last night, even though I was prepared for the cold.
The farewell party was held yesterday. It was a precious and comfortable time. Afterwards, we went to a Neko-mimi (cat ears cosplay) bar for the after party. My coworkers looked like they were having more fun than when we went to the Gundam bar last time. I remember that my junior colleague took an instant photo (called Cheki) with one of the girls working there. On the other hand, I felt like the girls saw me as an old guy who was there just to pay, but it couldn't be helped.
I tend to talk too much when I'm drunk and that's one of my bad habits. I need more listening practice when others talk because I'm already a grown-up. I always wonder if I said or did anything rude after I sobered up. Though, I feel like I complained about work too much. By the way, I was able to resist my craving to eat some extra junk food after drinking. I'm a little proud of myself for that.
Even now, I'm still struggling to find apt words to use when writing my diary. I wonder whether I could master English or not. Maybe alcohol still remains in my system, so I'm feeling under the weather.
