Sober Hungover:

If it’s possible to be hungover without drinking a drop, that’s where I’m at. After hitting both my friend Jish’s birthday at Zeitgeist (which I’d never been to before and resembled rec hour at the local supermax prison. I loved it) and then my friend Willo’s birthday, I thought I’d taken good care, had a great time, left at a reasonable hour and slipped into bed with a book at 1:30.

So why do I feel like I’ve been beaten with a long wooden object? Why did I wake up at 5:30 despite no bad dreams or noise outside? And why did I start doing my Sunday morning butt-shake-to-music before I got out of bed where the only music playing was Faygo’s meow through the bedroom door?

I don’t know. Oy, what a way to wake up.

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