Beer does not go bad, you have

You stand in your kitchen, staring at the pile of puke in the sink.

"I'm too tired for this shit," you say out loud for your imaginary husband.

The shower feels nice but your members are terribly sore and you feel exhausted. You quickly dry and slip into bed.

It's noon, you fall asleep almost instantly.

When you wake up it's dark outside, the clock on your night stand states eleven thirty PM. You feel rested. You walk to the window and except for lonely jogger, the streets are empty.

Not turning the lights on, you walk to the kitchen. Your mouth is dry and cup of warm coffee would be nice. Ten minutes later, you seat in front of the cooling cup incapable to bring you to dip your lips in it.

"Fuck it!" you stand grab your coat and exit you house.

You seat behind the wheel of the car with an urgent need to meet people.