I stumble blindly over the drunken detritus of last night's revelers, a tomato here and a half-eaten slice of pizza there, carving a determined path to my destination. I seemed to have missed out on some big celebration, but I'm unfazed.
Still a little bleary-eyed for sure, but from just waking up and not, from over-indulging, yesterday. I just woke up and I'm heading to work, not heading home in last night's dress like some of my travel companions.
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