The Pounding in My Head-Direct Result of Pounding Shots!

You toss, and turn, trying desperately to find rest. The buzz from the night speeds the rate of your heart to match the techno that is still ringing in your ears. The room spins out of control as you pull the covers closer to your head in a last ditch effort to drown out the internal noise. You slip out of the warmth of the blankets and rush for the bathroom. The spinning continues as the cold of the linoleum floor cools your clammy skin. The stench of the smoky air clings to your hair and skin like an invisible cloud. You make your way back to the comfort and warmth of your bed and bury yourself in the heaping comforters. The relentless red light of the alarm clock on the night stand shines through your eyelids piercing the darkness with its constant change and digital hum. Each time you open your dry and heavy eyes, the hours have marched forward with alarming speed. 1:45, 2:38, 4:17…”FUCK. GO TO SLEEP!” The rest eludes you as you wish for that REM pattern to descend on you like a blanket of dark snow covering you in soft waves as your chest slowly rises and falls. Over and over the scenario of the night plays in your mind. “Did I really fall down the stairs at the Bar in front of everyone again?” “How did we get to that house?” “Where is my car?” Flipping and humming the night replays as seconds pass in your head, the night slips faster away from you, depriving you of precious moments of rest. The darkness falls upon you as the birds start to chatter out side. Moments later the phone rings. You open your eyes and grab for it only to realize that it isn’t actually ringing, instead you recognize the sound as the alarm you set the previous night. It’s 10:30am, and you have to get up and go to work. Ever so gracefully you fumble for the half empty glass of water on the floor and the bottle of aspirin on the night stand. The techno has moved to the base of your skull and is quickly rising to the back of your head. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Your day is going to be totally fucked up and there is nothing you can do about it. With weak legs and shaky arms you put on what ever clothes you can reach from the nice warm bed. You drag your lifeless limbs to the bathroom and turn on the shower. The bruise on your knee confirms your fears. You did in fact take a big fat flying leap down the steps in front of everyone last night. You swallow your embarrassment for the moment, simply because your head hurts too bad to think on it. The water washes the night away and brings the day. You hope and pray that things will go quickly as you drag your self emotionless and unenthusiastically through the day. The only thing on your mind is that big heap of pillows and blankets waiting for you on the other side of ten hours. Time has caught up with its normal pace, and slowed even more to make up for the haste of the night. Ticking, dragging, the clock is motionless as you rush through the motions trying to speed the process to get back to bed. Sadly by the time you make it to the ultimate hangover destination you are revived and the sweetness of success is hollowed by your gurgling stomach. “Damn, forgot to eat today”. Hangovers suck!