Chapter 3

Like sleep off another bender,he thought grimly. He really wished it were Saturday; that would give him another full twenty-four hours before he had to make himself presentable for class Monday morning. As it was, now he’d have to go into overdrive, hop up on coffee and hope to kick this migraine before he could even thinkabout tackling the paper he had to turn in at eight o’clock sharp.

No morning classes next semester,he told himself. He said it every year, but when it came time for scheduling, he’d rather have his Friday afternoons clear for partying than sleep in late. He could force himself awake with caffeine and No Doz, but he could only skip so many Friday classes before his grades dropped.