Actually, these two accepted that I was going to f*ck them both at the same time, so probably they weren't drama queens.
I felt like sh*t. I took some pills last night and, with alcohol, sometimes it made me feel like that. I got up from bed and I put a boxer on before I walked out.
Amanda had a day off, so I didn't care about dressing up. I went to the kitchen to pour some water to drink, and to take some painkillers. Then I was just sitting on my sofa in the living room when I heard someone coming up.
F*ck that! It's probably my dad, I thought, and I was right. He entered and walked over to me. I could see in his gaze, he saw that I had hungover.
"Good morning son."
"You could let me know when you want to come to see me."
"I'm your father. I suppose I can come to see my only son
