41 2.12. Weary

As soon as I was over with my hangover or so I thought, I called in George to pull up the car and set off for work.

Even though I scrubbed myself to almost skinning my skin, the pain from my head and the sleep from my eyes didn't waver one bit.

Still I pushed forward.

On the way over, I dialed mom to inform her on the bullshit lawsuit Justine told me about before.

"Hey, mom"

"Hey, I was just about to call you", her voice is too preppy for a morning like this.

She seems eager but I have to let her know about the most important matter at hand first.

"Whatever it was, I hope it can wait because there's a lawsuit in my hand and guess who gave it to me? Justine", I tell her holding in my yawn.

"What? What happened?", she sounds shocked.