The record player was skipping, the words "Lay down, Sally" pelting me over and over; I sat up to holler about it. The sudden pounding in my head reminded me that I'd consumed tons of alcohol last night.
Where was I?
I quickly made a list of details. I was in a stuffy bedroom; the door was closed. I appeared to be alone, and I was wearing my rumpled clothes.
At least I had that going for me.
Histrionics hurled themselves at the gate of my self-control, but a calmer frame of mind was required now
I needed some coffee.
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