Blackout
That’s it. I’m making an appointment. This is the fourth time in the last couple weeks I’ve woken up like this. My head won’t stop pounding, I’m soaked in sweat. Come to think of it, can’t even remember going to bed last night. I’m so thirsty, but the thought of getting out of bed makes me want to puke. Finally making my way to the kitchen, it looks like something out of a frat house. Beer cans overflowing from the trash. The handle of Jack I bought yesterday tipped over on the counter, empty.
