I wake up feeling like crap.
Typical after a drinking spree.
My alarm is blasting and I'm tempted to smash the f*****g thing against the wall. My head is pounding and I want to groan.
It's seven in the morning. I remember that I set the alarm two days back to wake me up on time for work. After what happened yesterday, I don't think I'm going to that office today. Kate made a fool out of me at the meeting yesterday and I don't want to face those people.
I drag my hungover bum out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet bowl and clutch my head between my hands. I would say I will never drink again but that would be a lie because I say that everytime I wake up with a hangover.
I brush my teeth while awaiting the water to heat. I'm wearing Jesse's shirt that he gave me t
