Hangover is a b***h! The one that comes crashing down on you the next day like a raging bull during an encierro. You can run, you can hide, but it will get to you and stomp on your head and scraps of self respect.
That's exactly how I feel now, when the bright light coming through my bedroom window brings me nothing but a headache followed by a grunt, which was also very painful and I regretted it the moment it escaped my mouth.
I took my phone, which as usual was resting peacefully on my nightstand and noticed it was already past ten. I suppose we patched our friendship up with a bang.
I dragged myself from the bed, feeling that the world surrounding me was slightly spinning around and slowly, taking every step very carefully, went to the living room.
"It's alive!" - shouted Matie
