As I wake up as usual with the first ray of light, the first thing that enter my ears aren't the chips of birds or the usual squirrel bickering away. There isn't even the annoying noise of cars engine driving by. Ah, what a peaceful morning for once. Well, that is until I notice the awful rotten stench in the air. Ugh, I think I am going to be sick, the acid content of my stomach is desperately trying to climb up my throat. My headache and that wave of nausea are definitely not helping.

As I clench my nose and struggle to get up to close my window, the room starts spinning and a sense of dizziness hits me. I manage to start staggering toward the window to close it, until the full toll of my hangover hits me with muscle pain and light sensitivity. I then just fall face first on the floor. Just great, my face hurts, my nose hurts and now even my eyes hurts.

Anyway, after a few minutes to adjust my eyesight to the light, I finally manage to see some smoke in the distance and mutter to myself "just what the hell are they burning outside?". Clank, is the sound I wish I had heard, but no...the window is just stuck there and as I try to force it to close the muscle pain just comes back double time.

Definitely, it's time to reach for those painkillers. Well, if only I could remember where I put them... A few minutes later, I'm trying to read instructions, then forget how many I took, then just takes a few more just to be sure.

So, in short, the good news is I finally managed to close that damn resilient window after some bashing, screaming and more bashing. The bad news is that it might be broken. Hey, don't judge it was defective to start with ok? I just made things better... well, until mid summer where it'll be like an oven inside my house.

I then get to my usual routine to get ready for work as per usual, doing the best I can to ignore my hangover and that awful rotten odor. Of course, that "usual routine" has a small alteration including a "shit-ton" of coffee. However, as I open the front door to get to my car, I notice that it's just gone.

Normally, I would definitely ask passerby if they saw anything, except that these guys seems...just weird. Tattered and stained dirty clothes, messed hairs, tottering around pointlessly and not just on the street, but on my and the neighbor yards as well. Geeze, yesterday must have been one hell of a party, those guys seems to be stoned as hell. Well, i'm definitely not gonna ask those guys for what happened yesterday, so I close my front door and try to call cops or my insurance, only to understand that my phone line is dead.

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Well, no taxi to get to work either I guess... I try to juggle my memory for alternative mode of transportation. It definitely wouldn't be so hard with my headache, but yea, my remaining brain cells remember that I have a bike in the backyard shed. So, I walk there, manages to steps on some disgusting sticky red crap on my way there and unlock the dusty shed.

And, under a layer of dust is my trustworthy rusty steed, with two air flats. So, after a few minutes of maintenance, I am as ready to get to work as I'll ever be, so here begins my hangover ride on my trusty steed with a bunch of junkies running after me. Over these circonstances I didn't really plan on stopping on red light, even if they would be working, which isn't the case. Strangely, there isn't many cars driving by and I see some building burning and shit...,well too bad I drank too much and can't remember this epic party.

So, a few minutes later, I finally reach my work office and try to use identification card and...no answer. Of course, my buddy Jimmy the security guard must be sleeping in his chair or whatever...so, as the good tempered employee I am, instead of shouting to him via the intercom, I just go around the service entrance and get into the building, park my bike and press the elevator button.

Except that the elevator doesn't seem to work. Afterall, there was no light and thus no electricity on these traffic light, so it would make sense that there is some power shortage in part of the city. So, I grudgingly resign myself to use the stairs to climb to the 90th floor and wow, it feels like they are spinning. Urgh, the sense of sense of dizziness and nausea is back.

Anyway, one way or another I finally managed to get to the office, but why is nobody here yet? And why is it like pandemonium happened in the office? It must have been Bob idea to party inside the office. God help us, boss is so gonna kill us. But, wait Bob wouldnt do that unless it was a friday. Awww shit, what day was it again? Don't tell me I got up this early on a freeking saturday?