  Ouch again. Headache is still here, I thought I was going to be fine...HA. My room smells like I brought the bar and it 300+ patrons home with me, this will be THE laundry day. Shower felt good this morning but my eyes hurt and I still taste cigarettes. Plus I'm FRIGGIN' hungry, time to go eat EVERYTHING.
It's always the morning after when you feel as though the gods have not only blessed you with that toothbrush, but also given you a minty substance to scrub your choppers with. The toothbrush, the new after-a-good-night-of-bars item of worship. You think Oral B would want that as a slogan? ...and into the morning light the stomach yelled, "QUIT TYPING AND GIVE ME FOOD MORON! " I promptly obey...yes master... 
