I regain consciousness at around 10:00 in the morning and immediately wish that I hadn't. My head, my goddamn head.
Ugh, and I'm on the sofa again. My back is sore all over and...
...oh, another one.
I pick up the newspaper and bring it with me into the kitchen. God, my head. Hangovers, hangovers...
A glass of orange juice and a few glasses of water later, I feel capable of looking at the paper.
....huh.
Well. That's a thing. Guess there's not much point in preparing for class today.
I suppose that, if this is going to happen, I might as well face it with equanimity. I drink another several glasses of water, then several more. Once I actually feel alive again, I shower, shave, brush my teeth, and put on my best suit--the one I wore during the graduate school interviews.
That done, I pull up a chair. I'm seated facing the door, with a good ten feet of distance between me and it. On a side table next to me, I have all the issues of the Newspaper of Horror that I have received.
The time is 11:00. I sit comfortably, and wait for an hour to pass.