MHA- Apartment #3- Friday
Mar. 4th, 2022 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mother_loveBilly considered himself to be a fairly tough individual. He had been through wars, zombies, and a lot more and had come through it in tact. He could handle some pesky little withdrawal headache. Right?
Well, turns out dealing with a pesky caffeine withdrawal headache was bad enough, especially considering his recent attempts at forgoing sleep entirely. But add to that the annoyance of no booze, of any kind, and it was a double-whammy that was starting to get to be a bit too much.
Wonder if I could get some more sleeping pills from Will..." he mused to himself as he leaned against the balcony railing. "Could always just sleep all this off. Cant have a headache if I'm passed out right?" Billy shook his head and gave a scoffing laugh as a final thought passed through his mind- "Not sure really what would be worse.... the nightmares of this bloody headache!
And so, Billy had sat out on the balcony most of the morning so far, burning through his last pack of cigarettes like a man on Death Row. And if he wasn't so distracted by the pounding in his head, he might have appreciated that irony a bit more. But as it was, Billy was hoping the combination of the smokes and the cooler air outside that day might at least take the edge off the migraine.
Wasn't looking very promising though as he snuffed out the last of the pack and collapsed into the armchair in the living room... but no one could fault him for trying at least.
(Post is open for anyone who wants to commiserate about the current state of the island!)
Well, turns out dealing with a pesky caffeine withdrawal headache was bad enough, especially considering his recent attempts at forgoing sleep entirely. But add to that the annoyance of no booze, of any kind, and it was a double-whammy that was starting to get to be a bit too much.
Wonder if I could get some more sleeping pills from Will..." he mused to himself as he leaned against the balcony railing. "Could always just sleep all this off. Cant have a headache if I'm passed out right?" Billy shook his head and gave a scoffing laugh as a final thought passed through his mind- "Not sure really what would be worse.... the nightmares of this bloody headache!
And so, Billy had sat out on the balcony most of the morning so far, burning through his last pack of cigarettes like a man on Death Row. And if he wasn't so distracted by the pounding in his head, he might have appreciated that irony a bit more. But as it was, Billy was hoping the combination of the smokes and the cooler air outside that day might at least take the edge off the migraine.
Wasn't looking very promising though as he snuffed out the last of the pack and collapsed into the armchair in the living room... but no one could fault him for trying at least.
(Post is open for anyone who wants to commiserate about the current state of the island!)
