May 16, 2012

A Man Trapped in a Man's Body


The left side of me was hung over and pleaded for 5 more minutes in bed. Or 15.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked myself. I don’t sound like me at all.
“I drank way too many vodka shooters* last night,” I said. “Don’t wanna go to work.”

*Like these.

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