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hangover.They're all bad.But
some are worse than others,and
this one's a killer.I feel as
though only every fourth or
fifth brain cell is working,the
rest mired in the slush left
over from last night's partying.
I had a good time at Pete and
Sue's.At least,I think I had a
good time.Irecall arriving at
around seven,earlier than most
of their invited guests.Pete
poured me a tall Scotch and
water,but it seemed to
evaporate quickly.Being the
good host,he continued to
refresh the glass for me
until,until...The last thing
I remember was talking to
Vivian,the new computer genius
at work.I can't remember what
happened after that,but there's
no sign of her here,so Iguess
I struck out.I'll call Pete
later and ask him.Maybe he'll
remember.My hands are shaking
so badly I can't drink my
coffee like a civilized human.
I have to put the cup down and
lower my mouth to the brim,
sucking up the hot liquid like
a vacuum cleaner.It looks like
I'll spend the day relaxing,
recqperating,regurgitating.Of
course,they say the best and
fastest cure for a hangover
is a drink.The way my insides
feel now,I think I'll stick
to coffee for the time being.
I sit,collapse is more like
it,in my favorite chair and
rurn on th TV.Maybe I'll be
lucky enough to find some
mindless sitcom that'll help
divert attention from my
churning,grumbling stormach.
Even my name hurts.All I can
find are the midday news
broadcasts.There's the
story about the convenience
store that was robbed of
anundisclosed amount of cash;
the tear-jerk-er about the
twins who were reunited after
twenty-six years apart;the
hit-and-run death of a boy,
ten years old,who was riding
his bicycle home after visiting
a friend.Hit and run.Ten years
old.What a shame!