Birds are chirping. Time for bed.

I bar-hopped between three bars until closing, and since I only ate a small dish of fried plantains since breakfast, made dinner around 5am. Now it's close to 6am, and I'm thinking about how there's no way I could be conscious right now if I still drank. Anyway, this has been a long week, and tomorrow will be a day of rest. That is until I go see Mr Gibbs at Pete's.
Why do people randomly come up and talk to me at bars now? This didn't start happening until very recently.