I woke up with an uneasy feeling in my gut and a headache that had me crawling to the nearest Advil. I hadn't realized I consumed so much alcohol last night. It was either that or I was dreading initiating "The Wedding Issue" today. I tried keeping a positive attitude towards it, but I just couldn't ditch the habit of expecting the worst, especially on a day like today. Getting out of bed seemed like such an impossible mission, but as soon as the Advil kicked in I managed to get on my feet and wobbled to the bathroom.
I looked like shit. My eyes were so blood red it looked like I haven't slept for days and that I had been consuming something seriously illegal. I'm going to have to use an extra layer of concealer to hide the dark circles around my eyes. I must've not slept as much as I thought I needed. I tossed and turned most of the night, leaving my hair looking like an untrimmed bush.
Nothing that a cold shower and a Cup of Joe couldn't fix, I decided to tell myself.
