The Rich Youth

Hangovers and Meetings

Brice

Blow drying my hair has never been more disturbing, annoying, unpleasant, loud, and tiring.

I'm all dressed and ready, which is really weird, I usually blow dry it while still in a towel or naked.

What? My house my rules! Fuck outta here!

But today is not the case, since I slept at the office and I'm hangover as fucking shit.

Thank god I built a fully equipped room in my office.

It's definitely a rich thing to do, but at least I'm using it, right?

At first I really wanted a room here for hot steamy office sex, but that doesn't really happen here that much anymore since I have no girlfriend, no time for a girlfriend, or any girl at all, I don't even have time to go home and sleep like a normal person, but it's not like my office mattress isn't the same as my house one but you get the point, don't judge. I'm rich!

But all this chaos is temporary.

I'm not this busy all the time, I'm just going through stuff, you know... business stuff, it's all I've been doing recently and I can't wait for it to be over.

I spent yesterday working all day, and considering the fact that I landed from an 11 hours red-eye yesterday morning and came straight to work, me sleeping in my office is completely understandable

but I shouldn't have done it.

I should've gone home and rested

I hate when I sleep here

But i had to.

Everything was all over the place I had to catch up with work since I'm running this company all by myself, and by the time I finished everything it was 2:30 in the morning and I had no melatonin, no sleep in me, no nothing to help me drop dead for the rest of the night even though I was tired as shit.

-i still am-

And that's when I got the brilliant idea of ordering food and chasing it with alcohol.

I had some in-n-out with 4 glasses of wine and some vodka shots

I really went all out, by myself. Truly pathetic.

But listen here, ladies and gents, that knocked me the fuck to sleep.

I paired a food coma with an alcohol blackout

A dumb smart move, something my grandpa would call stupid genius.

Desperate times require desperate needs, don't judge.

Despite the unbearable feelings I have at the moment, and my will to drop everything and leave, I have to get going.

I gotta hurry up, I have a few meetings today, I should be done by lunch time and go straight home, to my bed, and sleep fully naked on my silk sheets.

Greatest plan I made in a long time.

Wow, am I that miserable? I'm only 25 years old and here I am fantasizing about sleeping in my bed? This gotta be a low point in my life.

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I finish with my hair, throw some styling hair gel in, I do the usual with it, I just run my fingers through it and voilà! It doesn't need that much work I was blessed with soft light brown hair.

~I can feel the jealousy from here, chill~

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The room phone rings which means my desk phone is ringing which means it's meetings time.