NeverPartyonaSunday

I seemed to zone out, too lazy to focus. I feel a little bit uneasy, lost in my thoughts. My head's aching, my stomach's turning, my feet's wobbly. I sit up in bed with a splitting headache. My curtains' drawn, I don't dare open them. My whole body feels like it's been trampled by a herd of cows. Suddenly, I feel it, that jerking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the uneasiness. I rush to the bathroom to eject the contents of my stomach. Seemingly, refreshed but late for work, my eyes diverted to the wall clock. Alas, I am late for work so I grab a few bites of bread. I dress up, put on a pair of sunglasses and step out of the three- bedroom flat I reside in. This feeling of hangover will be a constant reminder never to party on a Sunday.