Rainy Rainy Sober/Hungover Sunday

After coming home from Brooklyn at 5:30 in the morning from my friends apartment, I couldn’t even think about waking up in two hours and a half to go to work. Intoxicated and high I slept without drinking a glass of water, and woke up with the worst hangover of my life. It was raining and I hoped that when I called my job my manager would tell me that I didn’t have to work today but no, she told me I had to. I was devastated and I wanted to cry. I didn’t even bother to attempt to do my hair. I just took a shower, brushed my teeth, put on my uniform, and left. I got to work with a pounding headache and I felt like the life was drained out of me. Thank god that my co-worker let me sleep for like 30 minutes. I left early, slipped on my tights and a huge sweater and hid under the covers trying to get warm and rest. Last night I didn’t even party, I just chilled with some friends and It was another crazy night to add to my collection. I lost my man clutch but somehow found it on the middle of the sidewalk on 14 street and 2nd avenue, I looked inside and was extremely happy that everything was in there, drank more and got high with friends, knocked the fuck out on my friends bed, didn’t wake up till 3am and when I did I was panicking because I needed to get home and I thought 3 of my friends left me. Honestly my night was too crazy and uncalled for, but I loved it.