Chapter 17-1

"Ugh..." I groaned loudly, rolling over and shielding my eyes from the blistering sun which peered through the room. I felt the familiar pounding in my head and the horrible dryness of my throat. Why did I get drunk again? ...oh yeah. My head felt as if a twenty-four-hour construction site had decided to have a party with their drills. My throat felt as if I hadn't had a drink in days. And not to mention I stank of booze and sweat. I bet I looked beautiful. (Note the sarcasm) After a good half-hour of lying in bed I decided I needed to brave the world outside of my warm sheets, and swung out my bare-feet. Sitting up I squinted at the alarm clock on the cabinet as it read 11:07 AM. "It's too early..." I muttered, before collapsing back down onto the soft mattress groaning to myself. I hated this part. Why couldn't God just let us be drunk in peace?! Was it too much to ask? "...Coffee." With the new thought of