I hate the sun.having worked in the Customer Relations Management industry for the past two years has made me sunlight intolerant for some reason.You see, when you primarily cater to the great people of imperialist America, you need to subject yourself to shifting work schedules; oftentimes graveyard timings to match US business hours.This severely screws up your body clock and ends you up as a nocturnal, sleep-deprived zombie—and even that is the understatement of the year IF you somehow managed to ditch work and get yourself piss drunk with a sexually charged law student and a retarded marketing executive.

I woke up a couple of minutes before eleven o’clock in the morning ; irritating sunlight seeping in through my bedroom window.I made a feeble attempt to sit up but my head feels like it was sodomized by a rhino.Honestly, I don’t recall how I got home but this familiar hangover tells me that I’ve only slept for three hours tops—and it was a totally demented and uncomfortable sleep abounding with incoherent dreams of theme parks, sausages and Jolina Magdangal at that.Strangely, Nisha was also part of that dream.

I sprang out of bed to make a trip to the john but even that was a bad idea.Apparently my legs were no more sober than I am and instead of taking me to the bathroom, they send me crashing straight into a wall.It’s kind of like one of those Looney tunes moments where you half-expect your face to be engraved on the wall or something.My next door neighbor probably loved the loud crashing sound it made but they must’ve enjoyed the louder scuffling noise that went on for a good five minutes more.That was me using the wall to guide me to and fro the bathroom.I hurled, washed my face and tried my best to go back to bed for more sleep and dingy dreams…but…

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