Hung over

If you have super powers you have to drink a lot to get hung over. A lot.

I remember doing more shots with Emma, and forcing people to limbo, and those little paper drink umbrellas, and kissing Wendy's mom (no tongue), and losing my sandals.

And I'm not sure, but I think Emma punched me in the ear.

So I'm just sitting here at work holding my aching head with my tongue feeling like steel wool in my mouth and wishing that I would die, die, die.

The good thing is that I just need to ride this out, drink some water, and in a few hours my super-metabolism will drive this evil from me like an exorcist.

I think I might have to call Wendy's mom and apologize...