Because drinking all night was a good idea.
- Where am I?
- Why does the sun think it can shine through my window right now?
- GO THE FUCK AWAY, SUN. NO ONE LIKES YOU. YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US.
- Sorry, work. I’m not coming in. “Food Poisoning.”
- Why did I take that last shot?
- Five Tylenol capsules are the serving size right?
- My drunken self could remember to wash my face but not take off my stilettos.
- I didn’t actually eat nine tacos last night, did I?
- WATER.
- Why is there blood everywhere?
- Yeah, my toe is 100 percent broken.
- Was my phone cracked before last night?
- I feel like the girl from “The Exorcist.”
- I look like the girl from “The Exorcist.”
- Don’t check bank account. Don’t check bank account. Don’t check bank account.
- Did I really buy everyone in the group a $7 shot?
- Who spends $36 at Taco Bell?
- Totally not reading that email from my standards chair.
- Who is “Chief Big Dick” and why did he text me 17 times last night? And why did he call me “Angel?”
- No, I did not have sex in a bar bathroom…
- Please tell me a condom was involved.
- Did I really flash for a churro?
- Who’s shirt am I wearing?
- Oh, good. I’m glad I called my ex 14 times last night.
- Naturally, I lost my ID. And debit card. And dignity.
- How did I get home?
- Yeah, shitty tequila and nachos were a great idea.
- I hate tequila.
- I hate everything.
- Whose pants are hanging from my fan?
- Pretty sure I threw up in front of a cop last night and told him it was morning sickness. At night.
- Did I really go up to my ex’s new girlfriend and passive-aggressively tell her I want to be friends?
- I DON’T WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH HER.
- Why is there vomit in my sink?
- Oh. Right. Because I projectiled everywhere.
- Can I get brunch delivered?
- Tagged in pictures on Facebook? No thanks.
- Hooking up on a kitchen counter in a room full of people was a solid choice.
- Pretty sure I cried to a stranger about my dead cat. Sorry.
- Is that a hickey?
- That’s a hickey.
- How did I get a hickey?
- Who the fuck is on my couch?
- I’d sell my body for a large coffee. And pancakes. And a time machine.
- I need to go to the gym all day today.
- Except I can’t move my legs. Or head. Or my body in general.
- I know I don’t smoke weed. But I need weed.
- Perfect. Apparently I made out with my little last night.
- I am never drinking again. Ever. Until happy hour at 5.