Day 63/360: Overslept After Run

I wake up at noon. I am trying to fix my sleep schedule so I stayed up — I even ran. But then I nap until 10 p.m. Ugh. So much for day game. I finally get out at 1 a.m. *sigh*

I drive to the bar area, since parking is free. There are hot girls but I have apathetic creative avoidance.

I go to a bar. A drunk girl grabs my hand and dances with me. I spin and dip her. The song ends and I lean back and let her build rapport with me. She says her boobs are huge, and they are. I ask if they are real. She puts my hands on them. They’re real. Smart tests. She’s with a group, two guys and two girls. I befriend them. The bar closes and the bouncer kicks us all out. The group separates and the girl goes home with her brother-in-law. There was a hotter girl there but I didn’t game her because she said she had a boyfriend. I didn’t keep a short leash on the first girl and let her get away. All the guys were beta, all I had to do was make an effort.

I went out alone again, but I should have left earlier. I ran. Sleep schedule’s still fucked though. I hope to run again tomorrow. A girl opened me — second day in a row. My presence has increased but I wonder if my anxiety has to do with me not being comfortable with my new look yet.