]-[Entry 6: Alcohol, And Brain Surgery] by Xeck Jovan-[

Things have changed for me. Let's just say my motivation for my endeavors has shifted. The central reason for this being.... I don't know.

It all started out with a night of drinking. While I was taking a break from work, a lady walked up behind me and exclaimed that there was a pretty girl sitting on the other side of the counter. Out of curiosity, I stood up and walked over, commenting, "Well you look dashing yourself" (or something like that. I can't quite remember). 

When I laid my eyes on the girl, well she seemed to fit the simple description of 'pretty' by a good margin. As I stood near the bar, drink in hand, the lady who had urged me to go walk over seemed to try to toy around with me and the girl. I think she might have whispered a few things into the girl's ears about me, making the girl exclaim, "But I have a boyfriend". I'm afraid that in my drunkeness, I didn't know what was going on. On top of that, the lady whispered to me to put on some moves, at which, I started dancing. The alcohol was getting to my brain, and I couldn't contain myself. Somehow I excited about running into the two new friends, and offered to buy their drinks. Something about the girl obviously made me change my mind about drinking, and I ran off all the way back to the lab.

Confusing, I know. A man under the influence can lose track and do many things. When I ran back, I had entered an entry into the log. I removed it as a main log, but here it is:

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KREWE! Gueess what. I some lass pointed out this really..... cute.... cute girl. I don't know. I bragged about my Krewe and out invention, and how the drink is good for a hrd day of work. 

She smiled I think! I feel weird. I offered drinks and danced. I told her to wait for me to come back. Both of them. But she has a boyfriend. this is odd. Thinking about that now......

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I remember sobering up after a small nap, my face wet from tears, for god knows why. And upon noticing the situation, I decided to run back to the bar, even though it was late. In my return, I noticed that the lady and the girl were still at the bar. They had been discussing the possibility of brain surgery, or rather, the lady was trying to convince the girl to get brain surgery. It didn't make since at the time, but the girl had some sort of learning disorder.

I was able to get the girls name that night. Naxxi retired from the night, and that leaved me to speak with the lady, who's name was (insert). (insert) seemed determined to test out the operation on Naxxi's brain, and asked that if I wanted to help, that I should help convince Naxxi to follow through with it, to help Naxxi's intellect.

But the idea of working on an individual's brain, even if it should benefit their wellbeing, seems risky. I would not like to have someone's life threatened just to have brain operation.

Also, I can't seem to ignore the fact that I have a strange feeling towards this girl. I must put this aside for now, as I have work to do for my Krewe...

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