...hangover-Day 26

.......there's nothing like a hangover.

and of course the floor of a dorm room you don't recognize of a dude you don't remember his name because he's the friend of a friend of a friend who said you could sleep on the common room floor or couch... fuuuuuuck.

get the fuck up. we gotta ride out.
what time is it
7:30. Josh has to get to class.
what time is his class?
9:30
it takes 1 hour and 40 minutes from Wilmington to Campbell.
son of a bitch.

you hate yourself, you hate beer, whiskey, liquor, tequila, vodka and rum. the world sucks, the sun is laughing at your and even God has turned his back on you.

you hate your friends. after all, it is their fault you thought you could ever take 7 shots of vodka in 5 minutes after drinking 8 beers and then you thought you could make it through the nite without pukin your guts, your dinner and everything in between.

fuck your friends.

i can't drive right now. i'm too hungover.
i've got class at 9:30. I have to make Physical Wellness and walk the loop today. It's Friday.
Fuck you. Your problem. You drive.

So I do. The morning sunlight burns my retinas. Highway 40 has stretched between Campbell and Wilmington. We'll never make it alive.
you sorry fucker.
*snore*

Channel surfing... stations change... who's awake? who's hungover?

WHERE IS THE FUCKING GATORADE.

yo bitch. it's your fuckin turn. i'm fallin asleep and i got to stay awake in class.
why
it's the review for the exam and I have barely been all semester.
fuck. stop at this next exit.

my head never hurt so bad.

class never lasted so long.

my shitty dorm room bunk never slept so good.

-it is what it is-