26.11 Monday

Actually, I don’t know what woke me up. The sleep just left me suddenly and I opened my eyes. It took me a while to recognize where I was, like my brain was working on a low revolution. I’m in my room, that’s for sure, but how did I end up here? It remained an unsolved mystery for me. I peeked at the clock; it was 11:32. The word ‘school’ appeared in my mind but I didn’t completely know why. What day is today? Sunday? No, wait… Sunday was yesterday, I think… Why don’t I remember it then? I tried to recollect yesterday’s events, from the very beginning. Jacob’s apology on the IM, a walk with Edward, ‘the Eddie’s Bar’… And then…

Suddenly, my brain clicked into place. ‘The Lieutenant’s Bar’! The memory of that place was full of black holes that I couldn’t fill. However, what I could recall was enough for me to make a decision of not showing myself in public for the rest of my life.

One thing I knew for sure: I was just suffering from a so called ‘hangover’. And what’s the best hangover cure? Sleep it off! I turned my head to find myself a more comfortable position and immediately groaned loudly. Jolting my skull was an unbelievable pain I hadn’t ever felt before. It was like I had been battering my head against a wall methodically all night long. Generally, my whole body hurt, but what was happening with my head… was indescribable.

I tried to rise to search for some painkillers in the kitchen. Instantly, nausea hit me. Fighting the sickness with all my will-power, I slowly, holding the walls for support, moved to find some merciful remedy. Only when I tried to open my mouth did I realize how dry it was. My tongue seemed to be a wooden block and I desperately needed something to drink. No, not just something; something that contained water. Never again any alcohol! I thought to myself, just like probably thousands of people before me. I dragged myself to the table, grabbed a carton of juice and quickly drank up all of its contains. When there wasn’t even a drop left, I felt a little better; if you could call ‘better’ a state of pounding head and shaking limbs. I started to rummage about in the cupboards in search for some corpse reviver, but even after half an hour of hunting, I found nothing. Slightly broken, I got my corpse back up to my room, groaning quietly in pain.