I went to the gym last night, had a good workout. On the way out, I came across an old friend, Idaena. I haven’t seen him in years. 

We went for a few drinks, which turned into a few more, so around 2AM I crashed at his place which was nearby. I didn’t think it would be an issue as I had the following day off.

6AM, I get a call from Cytral. He needed me to come into the office to fix up a few things. I asked if anyone else could do it. Of course, there’s never anyone else who can do it.

I hauled my ass out of my bed and went into the office. I was wearing my gym shirt from the day before as I had no change of clothes. My teeth felt fuzzy; my shirt stank. I think a good puke might’ve made things feel better, might’ve cleared the wool from my head.

I was really sick of this week. It’s all Mynxee’s fault somehow.