The Disappointment
You quickly decide to go back to sleep. Fuck working! You switch off your phone to ensure that you won't receive any annoying calls from your manager today. With practiced ease, you quickly fall back into deep sleep.
Much later, you wake up. You still feel terrible, your mouth dry and tasting like a bird-cage liner. Your headache has now thankfully moved from splitting to just a dull ache. You now notice that your t-shirt is crusted with dry vomit. "Why do I do this to myself!" you moan quietly. You roll over once more to check the time. 3pm! What a waste of a perfectly good Thursday!
Much later, you wake up. You still feel terrible, your mouth dry and tasting like a bird-cage liner. Your headache has now thankfully moved from splitting to just a dull ache. You now notice that your t-shirt is crusted with dry vomit. "Why do I do this to myself!" you moan quietly. You roll over once more to check the time. 3pm! What a waste of a perfectly good Thursday!