Blog 4- the morning after.

Sometime during the night she threw up, she didn't know when or how or where, all she did know was when she got up the next morning she felt terrible. She felt like an elephant was standing on her head, her hair was disgusting and it was disgusting outside. Will it ever stop raining??? She needed an Advil PRONTO. She rolled over and groaned she didn't wanna get up or go to work or do anything, all she wanted was to lay in here bed and sleep. She looked over at the clock, 7:37am. She had 2 hours to get to wor... oh shit, she was supposed to be a work at 6!!! "SHIT." she said aloud. She ran over to her phone. 27 messages, 34 missed calls and 6 voice mail's! She ran to the bathroom, had a 2 minute shower, put on her black pants, white button down her ungawdly high heels she had to wear, grabbed her phone and purse and ran out the door. She ran to the Doughnut shop and grabbed coffee and a cheese danish and saw OJ Smith on her way out. "Hey" he said. "hey." she said back. She got in her car and was driving to work when she heard sirens. "shit can this day get any worse?" she reached in her purse for her wallet with her license, realizing her wallet was at Mario's. How was she going to explain this to the officer? This wasn't going to be good at all.