Devil Vs Angel

I completely don’t understand how it manages to do it but somehow this club called Arena in my town continues to draw me away from my work. It's like that cartoon sketch where there’s a miniature version of a devil and angel on your shoulders-just in my case the angel has fallen off and lays concuss on the floor. It niggles away-well I say niggles; it told me once and didn't have to convince me any longer. I had work planned- did it not realise that!!?? Apparently not because off I trekked to the local club as pur u with the housemates. Its not even a great club, mostly because it stinks of sweat and regurgitated alcohol and most of the guys there think a chat up line consists of pointing at you for 5 minutes. To be fair I've seen it work on the majority. I even promised myself I wouldn't go out last night as I had already gone shopping in the day, oh yeh, another slip up but to be frank there was a sale at River Island. Just doing my market research. Ok well not the best of days for my rise to graduate glory, but today’s a new day....hopefully Arena's closed tonight. xxx