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Sleepy-faced, and disheveled hair stared back at me through the looking-glass. Blue eyes irritated, bloodshot, pupils dilated. What happened last night? How did I get home? Where is my phone? Turning the faucet, I let the water run cupping my hands into a bowl-like-shape to wash away the residue gunk off my face. My head, it throbbed, pounding, making my eyes feel like they were going to pop right out.

I felt like a zombie. I looked like some creature right out of a horror film ready to pounce like a cat on a mouse. Speaking of which… where is my cat? That thought was immediately interrupted when I tripped and was sent to the floor by something soft and fuzzy at my feet, leaping onto my chest with a purrr that could shatter glass – or at least it felt like it could. I needed to find something for my hangover and quick.

Something glistened at my night stand, from the limited sun that shines through the cracks. I rolled over and picked myself up with aid from my bed, stumbling my way over. A bottle of rum: that was all I needed. Picking it up, I took a swig making a sour face, the bitter drink burned down my throat like hot coffee. I groaned in pain as my stomach disagreed with my decision to drink more.

I took another swig in hopes of the burning sensation to go away, but instead it got worse. My legs gave in and I collapsed to the floor writhing, as my muscles tensed in anger. The bottle fell from my hand pouring out onto the shaggy carpet as my body felt limp to any other sensation around me. When I looked carefully, I noted the label. It wasn’t rum.

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Quick Blog Update

Hello lovelies,

I just wanted to fill you in on some blog updates. I am done with my thirty-one day beginner blog challenge. I had a lot of fun writing each post, some a little more than others but that’s pretty normal I guess. You can probably guess which posts were more forced than others… ¬†Anyways! Writing used to feel like a chore when I was in school. I had no motivation to do anything outside of school work. Now that I am almost done, and have more free time to write about the things I want to write about. I’m more motivated and frankly, it’s a lot more fun. ¬†I am looking for new, inspirational, and exciting challenges to try. I’d also love it if you gave me ideas, and prompts that you’d like to see me attempts. I’m open to just about any suggestion.

See you around,

B