The morning sun stabbed my eyelids, waking me with a pounding headache. It felt like woodpeckers were perched on my ears tapping my temples uncontrollably. And my mouth tasted like one died in it. Pulling the covers over my head before forcing my eyes open, I smelled the regret of last night’s party. Suddenly I felt a rush swell to the top of my throat. The haze of dust quickly cleared as I hurried to find a toilet. “I did it again,” I thought.
