Another yawn contorts your face and you decide it's way to early for this. You type out a poor excuse as to why you won't be joining either of them, push send, then silence the phone before replacing it on the night stand. Outside a bird chirps in the morning light but you don't hear it; your head is already under the pillow and drool is puddling on the sheets under your head.

When you awake again the sun is gone, perhaps behind a cloud, or behind the house, but it's no longer streaming through your bedroom window. Your head hurts and your mouth is sticky and dry. It also tastes awful, like something crawled in and died. And what is that odor? It only takes a few sniffs to realize it's you. You untangle yoursefl from the sheets and stumble to the bathroom where painkillers and water await. They go down with ease as the shower heats up and you step in. As the air gains the scent of soap and shampoo you contemplate what you're going to watch today.

Meth producing teachers

Fairy tales with a twist

Incest and murder

Friendship is Magic!

Time traveling alien in a fez