August 27thI wake up to a really bad headache, it`s probably as bad as the one I had in the hospital after the accident. The room is spinning and I feel sick. There`s a bowl next to my bed. Great. I go through my last memories. An argument with Josh, K.O. bar. So far so good. It should have been a taxi bringing me home, but I have no memory of this and don`t know who brought me up to my room. I hope that the party was over by the time I got home. I`m sure someone will have a go at me this morning. I check my phone. I can`t believe it, it`s nearly 1 pm. I go to the bathroom. I still feel awful. I hug the toilet and try to survive the day. I have a shower but even this doesn`t make me feel better. I look for a t-shirt and some shorts in my room and stay in my bed. I hear knocking and the doo
