The ringing the ringing please make it stop. I think it is Monday morning, I am not entirely sure. The bells are ringing for school, at the fire house and even my front door. Who could be calling at this insane hour. Through blurry eyes, I look at the clock and it shines a bright red, blazing the time of 11:00 AM. I roll over with my feet dangling off of the edge of my bed. I hear a marching band and bells ringing in my head. What did I have to eat last night, oh yes nothing I am on a liquid diet. One beer then another before moving to a few shots, then by 10:00 PM it was Peppermint Schnapps and one shot from between the ******* of a fair hair maid. Will some one turn off the sun, I want to stay in bed. I don't really remember I think I called in sick. If not then tomorrow I will get a tongue lashing but for right now I feel sick. I know I shouldn't have indulged so much, but I thought you could handle it when you are young. I guess I missed some portion of the manual on having fun. I lurch forward off of my bed. My feet some how find the floor and I stumble into things. I find the bathroom and turn the shower on, the water is really cold but it makes me yelp in shock, only to remind me of the banging in my head that will not seem to stop. Ode to my hang over.