I was running late, and hungover again. I wish I could skip this entire day.
Friday morning, 7:00 am, the annoying alarm on my cell phone buzzed, urging me to get my ass out of bed and into the bathroom. I quickly stuffed my hair into a low ponytail, brushed my teeth, squeezed into some jeans and an old black grad hoodie. My best friend Alice was outside waiting for me in her civic, equally as distraught.
“K, like what happened last night?”
“We did it again.”
I took a sip of her chai latte. Too hot.