I had the reason to throw tantrums that night. Yue (my trusty Nikon D90) got his pop-up flash busted from my carelessness. But hey, it must be the VGIB effect that I remained composed all throughout the night. The Stress Drilon portion began when I got home. I didn't send me to a good night's sleep. :(
But hey, remembering my oh-so wonderful night at Van Gogh is Bipolar, I can't help but smile.
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But hey, remembering my oh-so wonderful night at Van Gogh is Bipolar, I can't help but smile.