That's what three days of not heavily drinking during finals week.
I've been hitting the bottle steadily for about two years now.
It hurt a lot the first day.
But then shazam. I could actually feel my body again. My energy shot through the roof. I could skate better, run faster and think quicker. I was rebuilt.
Then I started remembering every single thing that happened in my day, down to the way everything moved. I forgot how smart I was.
Damn, I need a drink.
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