M: (reaching over to turn off alarm) nnnhhh... Damn!
(Man reaches over to grab phone while face is down in pillow and he's covered by blankets... He can't seem to find it without looking. Sits up, and grabs for the phone once he slowly sees it... dials a number)
M: unh. Oh, hello Janine. Is Jim in? Not yet? Well, I'm having a slight problem. I'm not feeling too well, right now.
(Pause)
M: No. No I don't have a hangover. Sure, I've done that in the past, but I've learned from my mistakes.
(Pause)
M: Yes, I'm serious. I feel like shit. Just let it go, 'k? Tell Jim, I'm really sorry. He can find the documents I've been working on in my left drawer. It's unlocked, tell him to go ahead and get it and see if it meets standards.
(Pause)
M: OK, See ya later. Bye.
(Man slowly gets up and puts on bathrobe. Walks slowly to another room... comes out with a pill, and glass of water... Pops the pill in his mouth, and drinks some water...)
M: Ouch, that hurts... (crawls into bed again, very slowly) Damn hangovers.