this morning #379.

this morning, falling out of bed was not the type of rude awakening he expected to start his day with. after getting all piss drunk last night, he actually wasn’t expecting much of anything to start his day. if the past seven sundays were any indication, much of the day would be spent in bed. instead, he was now wide awake, hammering headache & dry mouth taking center stage. crawling back under the covers had its plusses but something in him saw the tumble as a sign. once he’d expelled some fluids & gulped down a whole new round of them, he’d give the day a go. chances were that “giving the day a go” meant “beers before noon.” at least he wasn’t pissing the day away in bed.