From the pounding head, vomit taste in her mouth and dehydrated feeling she figured she must have been drinking heavily last night.
Her throat felt like sandpaper.
It hurt to move.
It was like the flu only self-inflicted, which meant she'd get no sympathy from anyone.
The hangover feels like a balloon under her cranium, slowly being inflated, pressure mounting.
She groaned loudly, stretched her limps and realised that she was still in her Pelly blazer dress.
She searched for her phone and it was placed on the nightstand beside her bed, she grabs it and the phone immediately reads that it's noon.
She groaned again and threw her phone on the bed and got herself to the bathroom.
She splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wish she coul
