Damn. This hangover is killing me. Who painted the inside of my mouth with stucco? What time is it, anyway? Glasses. Need to find my glasses. Uh, computer. Check by the computer. Last time I remember being conscious I was sitting at the computer. Okay, let’s see where I left off. Printer. I printed stuff? Why’d I do that? This is a pretty big stack of paper. What is this? What kind of title is “The Life and Times of Buster Malone”? My name listed as author. Did I write this? I don’t remember writing this. Well, I don’t actually remember anything from last night anyway, so maybe I did. Damn, this is pretty good. Damn, this is really good. I hope I did write it. Only problem is, do I have to get smashed to write more?