The sun shone unexpectedly bright through the window. During this time of year the sun wasn't supposed to shine, and after a night of heavy drinking, it was shining even brighter. The taste in my mouth matched the pounding in my head, so I pulled the curtains shut and the room darked as if I had flipped the light switch. The darkness subsided the pounding in my head, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pounding in my foot as I stubbed my toe on the bedpost in the darkness. Curses I thought, feeling my way past the wretched bed, which looked like a drunk had spent the night, and found the bedroom door. I opened the bedroom door and again, the sunshine greeted me in mocking fashion. I yelled back, "I haven't seen you in two weeks, and today you decide to show up!" The sun responded by shining even brighter as I stumbled my way across the hall to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, whose mirror showed me a stranger, I grabbed the Advil and inhaled three, not wanting to wait for myself to get the water. I gargled with a cap full of mouthwash and instantly felt ready to take on the world. It's amazing the confidence a little Listerine can give you, or maybe it was the hangover. My next stop was the front door. It was an eternity away, but my exit from the cave that I call home. I was still half asleep, completely hungover, and not even dressed, but I was ready to take on the world.