The early light peeks in through the windowsill, creeping up on my consciousness. There is a vague sense of being overheated. The dull thud of a coming headache plods slowly along, steady as a train. That daily dose of morning disorientation sits in and the cogs in my brain begin to turn, creaking ever so loudly. The warm comforter hugs me back into the world, my bed landing me back into reality. Rust and dirt cake off the thoughts in my mind.
What I do recall is enjoying seeing 2008 off. It is too bad the welcome to 2009 must be inversely correlated. As with all nights out, you only really pay the morning after. Nothing two Tylenol couldn't cure.
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