The vampire-like state of waking up to the sun with one helluva hangover! |
It was past 4pm and the guilt about not making contact with my new friends was surpassing my troublesome stomach. I splashed some water on my face and dared to face the outdoors. The humidity punched me in the stomach so hard, I had to run back to my apartment to vomit. This liquor had kicked my ass and I was in pieces because of it! Why oh why I continued to lecture myself in my head. OK attempt number two. I braced myself as I walked out in the boiling sun (hangovers and hot weather are an even worse combination). I clung to the hand bars and very slowly made my way down the staircase. I managed to get to the parking lot and made my way over to there building, next to mine. The trek seemed like a "Lord of the Rings" journey, although it was a mere minute from my door. My stomach was still doing somersaults, I apprehensively looked up at the three flights of stairs to climb. One foot in front of the other. I knew the quest towards maintaining friendships was worth this, but oh how my body hated me that day!
What the staircase ahead of me looked like in my state. |
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