Every part of me aches, especially my liver. I can barely focus my eyes, and every noise is like a jackhammer in my skull.
Why did I agree to this? I can’t remember, though I recall having very good reasons at the time. But now, weeks into my bender, I’m consumed with regret at ever having involved myself in something so foolhardy.
Still, too late to back out now. Let it never be said that I don’t finish what I start.
I drag my abused body from my bed, fix myself a Mojito, and get ready to face the day…