Chapter 3: I've Heard of Shotgun Weddings Before.Chapter 3: I've Heard of Shotgun Weddings Before... The next morning I woke up dazed and alone. My mind seemed to be shrouded in fog. There was something important in the fog, too, but I couldn't find it. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had had sex with somebody the night before. The room reeked of pussy. I got up groggily and fixed myself some tea. I went out to get the Sunday morning paper, intending to read it as I drank my tea. After four cups of English Breakfast and half the comics, I gave up. I went back to bed. I woke up with a start. It was almost dark outside, meaning I had been asleep for almost seven hours. I sure felt a lot better, but I was sure that getting back to sleep and getting up Monday morning was going to be a bitch. I brushed the fur off my teeth and fixed dinner. I ate a _lot_, even using the Thanksgiving definition of the word. After dinner, I read the abandoned paper, waiting for the after-meal "sleepies" to hit. With all the food I had eaten, I knew they'd hit me hard. |