Hangover
You get up in the morning, hungover. You roll over; your digital clock reads "MON 6:45". Shit, you think to yourself, you have work. Over the next hour you sluggishly get up and get ready for work. Before you leave the house you look in the mirror and admire your blue eyes. You truly believe you're a gift to women.
All day long at the office something is nagging you at the back of your mind, but you figure its just your previous night of drinking. In the car on the way home, however, it hits you.
Your eyes are brown.
All day long at the office something is nagging you at the back of your mind, but you figure its just your previous night of drinking. In the car on the way home, however, it hits you.
Your eyes are brown.