Fog

Worse hung-over days aren’t when you feel like shit*, but when you constantly walk around like you’re in a different time zone. When your day goes by just a little bit faster than you do.

Something happens.
Pause.
Huh?
Reaction.

Everything kind of feels like a mist but you’re too tired to try to get out, so you wander off, feeling slightly intoxicated.


*Yes they are – it’s perhaps way worse. But right now I feel like fog.