Sometimes it takes a handful

The first two are necessary when you can no longer sleep because the head pain is so severe. After 20 minutes of un-hangover-friendly TV you no longer think you will puke from the pain. Still, you can't have your head touching any surface or it will surely explode -- you must take a third. Your stomach turns and you realize you must eat something with this one. Choking down whatever you can blindly find in the kitchen you bust into the stash you keep there and number three slides down the hatch. Now, you are able to start thinking about the night before ALL OF THE KISSING! It's not even New Year's Eve yet, Emily is to blame for that. She mustn't be getting much action in Boston. Ah, who am I to talk? I know I can't resist a smooch with a good friend (why is that? retrospection asks). Oh yeah, and that girl punched me in the face when I got up to say HI to someone and she happened to flail her arm at the same time. It was nice of her to buy me those shots. A fourth one couldn't hurt, this time I'll even add some putrid gatorade to the mix. Hmm, my eye doesn't look any more purple than it usually does in the morning. Halfway through my gatorade I'm confused as to whether I took the fourth or not...maybe one more for good measure.

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Fuck. So, this is how the weekend is starting!