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I stumbled into the bathroom, my head throbbing and my mouth feeling as though something had died in it. I opened the medicine cabinet, praying for some aspirin. Apparently there is a god, because there was a bottle of extra-strength on the top shelf. I took couple and washed it down with some water.
     
Looking into the mirror, I stared at my blood shot eyes. "That was one hell of a party," I thought to myself as I took out my toothbrush and started scrubbing the carpet off my teeth. I sniffed in the air. Uh oh. "What's that smell?" I looked around, and realized it was me. Ugh. I stripped quickly and got into the shower.

About fifteen glorious minutes later, I stepped out of the shower. The pounding in my head was receding as I draped a towel around my
waist and walked into my bedroom. I had just changed into a pair of
tighty-whities when Colin walked in, holding his head and looking rather sick.
     
"Ahhh!" I screamed and quickly wrapped the towel around me, covering as much of my body as possible.
     
"For good ness sakes Ryan! Put some clothes on!" Colin yelled, turning bright red. After a moment or too of awkward silence, he finally said, "uh…do you have any aspirin? My head hurts."
     
"In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," I said, poking a skinny finger out of the towel and pointing to the bathroom. Colin turned and walked out. I quickly got dressed, and walked into the bathroom. Colin was holding a box of Rogaine in his hands. He turned to me in amazement.
     
"Where'd you get that?!" I asked frantically, grabbing it out of his hands. I quickly pushed it out of sight. Colin looked at me through bleary eyes.
     
"After all those bald jokes you've made…" he started. I cut him off.
     
"It's uhh…Not mine…It's my friends…Uhh..Want some breakfast?" I asked
quickly. Colin looked kind of confused at the fast pace that I changed the subject.
     
"Uhh..Okay, I guess…" He mumbled, trying to figure out what just happened.
     
I walked down the hall to the kitchen and started frying up some eggs
I rushed into the living room when I heard a big crash. Colin was
there, staring down at the lamp, which had been knocked over and was
lying on the floor.
     
"I'm sorry Ryan!" He said, looking at me fearfully. "I was walking past it and it fell, honest!" His big brown eyes filled with tears. Talk about mood swings. "It's okay," I said tenderly, "it was too small, anyway. I needed to get a bigger one. Can you clean that up while I make breakfast?" Colin nodded and broke into a big grin as he bounded off down the hall. I shook my head. What kind of pills did he take, anyway?
     
I returned to the kitchen and finished making breakfast. I set it out on plates and went back to get Colin, who was furiously scrubbing the floor with a sponge.
     
"Oh I see," I said mockingly, "you're trying to clean up the mess with a sponge." Colin rolled his eyes.
     
"Well if it isn't Mr. Smart Ass," he said sarcastically. "No, I cleaned up the mess, and then I noticed someone had spilt something here from last night, so I was cleaning it up with the sponge when you came in."

"Oh, well, uh..Thanks." I mumbled, "Anyway, breakfast is ready."