That's the sound of a rubber bouncy ball. That's the sound of me bouncing back (as opposed to bouncing off the pavement). Sunday night was the worst, and if it wasn't, I'd be some emotionless automoton. But other than the debilitating hangover (and I mean the kind of hangover that starts with waking up still drunk), Monday was a little better.
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