The music is still on. Last night I finished all the alcohol I had, all the dregs from the bottles and all the butts on the floor. My body felt viscous and wobbled about to whatever I was listening to. I remember a time where I would try to get that feeling from all sorts of narcotics and nice wines, nowadays it doesn't feel as good when your head is as heavy as hell and slowly sinking down my mess of a body.

I fill up my kettle from the sink in my en suite and make a cup of tea. The monster in my soul tells me to lie down and wait for death or something worse but I feel I should keep active, keep my mind active in some way. I guess that's what these are for, but also in case this happens to someone else who have a few parallel universes that care for them. My great uncle always called people parallel universes; it's a nice metaphor I guess. I personally love them moments where you are wondering if there is someone in the world doing the exact same thing you are, and perhaps they have that thought at the exact same moment.

After my tea I sit down and start to make a house of cards out of a deck of playing cards. Since it takes all my attention, I give it 110%, putting the kings at the top of the pile, I start on a second pyramid and then I feel it happening...

The smell of vomit wakes me up. I'm lying in what appears to be the aftermath of a 52-card pick-up game. Gathering my senses I realise what had happened and put the kettle on. I'd hate for someone in the world to be going through the exact same thing I'm going through.

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