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r felt this bad after a drunk. The dim glow of sunlight,
leaking in from around the curtains, seared my eyes. I shut them tight
in pain. Slowly, I opened them to mere slits and found I could just
tolerate the brightness.
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Chapter 2: Look, The Fog Is Rolling Innn...
I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I was _massively_ hung
over, and felt really weak. I stayed in bed most of the day, dozing on and
off. I dreamed of an exotic woman who picked me up at a bar. I finally got
up around five, showered, dressed, and fixed dinner. I felt a lot better
after eating.
I wondered what I was going to do with the rest of the night; after all,
it was Saturday. I quickly checked to see if any of my favorite bands were
playing close to home. Unfortunately, nobody I wanted to hear was even
remotely close. Oh, well, we can always go and drink... "Daviiid... open
the window in your bedroom." I blinked at the voice. It sounded as if I
should know whose voice it was
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