The East Haven Vampire Socoety

Coffee Won't Help

My head was throbbing.
My eyes were killing me, this light felt like death to me.
Maybe it was a side-effect of the anxiety medicine my doctor had recently prescribed. I couldn't tell, because like most people, no one pays attention to the warnings doctors give. We will never be the case of the worst symptoms...right?

Hopefully it was, and a nice warm cup of coffee would help this morning go smoother than it was feeling.

I slowly started to move from my bed, oddly, my body felt stronger, and slimmer. If this pill was magic, I may just deal with the side effects to be able to feel this agile. But the light beaming through my third story apartment had me seriously considering black out shades, why was it so sunny today, and why was it killing my eyes and head.

Coffee.
Now.

Maybe it was just the last Manhattan I drank at The Alley, they always had a heavy handed pour of the bourbon, the way it should be, but the last drink, and the Uber home were all starting to become a little fuzzy to me. I usually don't go out to drink alone, there are enough odd characters in this town to fill a circus with, and not to mention life hadn't handed me the easiest road. But yesterday was brutal, and I needed to cope. PSA, drinking is not the best choice, and this headache the welcomed reminder.

I slowly ground up the coffee, and poured hot water into the French press, grabbing some Tylenol I swallowed them and waited.
As the French Press steeped, I decided to head to the bathroom, cold water, Tylenol and the soon to be ready coffee and this day would be back on track.
But why was the mirror clear? Okay this hangover is one helluva total one. My eyes really are wretched.

Returning back to the coffee I pressed it, and poured a big cup. 4 scoops of super, and cream and let's go.

Uh..is this coffee bad? Did the water scold it? This taste like death.

What is going on, it's a bad sign when my coffee won't help.