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Holy Hell's bells on broken wheels, my head was spinning like a merry-go-round set to ludicrous speed. THAT was one seriously raging party, and it matched my equally raging hangover to a T, coupled with the overwhelming urge to vomit. Ugh. I couldn't even begin to comprehend the amount of alcohol that I had consumed last night, but I am thinking it was enough to break anyone's all-time drinking record. At least that's how it felt.
What I found even more hard to believe was the fact that when I finally came to this morning, I found myself lying flat on my back spread straight across the top of my desk in my office, completely missing my shoes, belt, shirt, and my left sock. Now how the hell did that happen?
Groaning and rubbing at the side of my face, I sat up and swung my legs up and over the side of my desk. I sat ontop of it for awhile, continuing to groan and letting everything in my line of vision catch up to me. I'm starting to think I should be giving sobriety a chance. This was ridiculous.
Grudingly, I got off my desk and slumped around my office, picking up the pieces to my costume and putting them back on, my stomache starting to heave with any sudden movements. I really, really didn't feel like working today. Before I left my office to go home for a cold shower, I scribbled a note to Clem to let him know he could take the day off if he so pleased.
Dragging my sorry ass out of my office, I trudged through the firm, using all my will to hold in the contents of my stomache for my seemingly endless trek back home.
What I found even more hard to believe was the fact that when I finally came to this morning, I found myself lying flat on my back spread straight across the top of my desk in my office, completely missing my shoes, belt, shirt, and my left sock. Now how the hell did that happen?
Groaning and rubbing at the side of my face, I sat up and swung my legs up and over the side of my desk. I sat ontop of it for awhile, continuing to groan and letting everything in my line of vision catch up to me. I'm starting to think I should be giving sobriety a chance. This was ridiculous.
Grudingly, I got off my desk and slumped around my office, picking up the pieces to my costume and putting them back on, my stomache starting to heave with any sudden movements. I really, really didn't feel like working today. Before I left my office to go home for a cold shower, I scribbled a note to Clem to let him know he could take the day off if he so pleased.
Dragging my sorry ass out of my office, I trudged through the firm, using all my will to hold in the contents of my stomache for my seemingly endless trek back home.