I chickened out.

Yes, I admit, I chickened out. After some thought I decided that my body would not take another night of heavy alcohol consumption. But more importantly I don't think my psyche could've taken it. If I'd stretched it and gone out tonight, I'd wake up tomorrow really hungover, and as it progressed my mental state would crash into a ball of flames, and I'd get another day or two of heavy anxiety. At best. And considering how bad my anxiety has been the past weeks, I thought it best to stay in. So, instead of a noisy night full of alcohol and cigarettes, I've snuggled up in bed with my laptop, and will probably proceed to watch the rest of series 3 and 4 of Top Gear.