The smell of cigarettes linger...
"Ohhh... What day is it??" I think to myself... "Sunday... Sunday is good. I can go back to sleep"
I reach up towards the window to open the blinds and I see it.
Blood.
Blood all over my left arm.
Blood all over my hands.
Blood all over my pillow.
Am I dreaming or awake? Fuck... Pills and booze =s not good for me.
I sit up and notice that I'm half way dressed, hair stuck to my face and a bit of a headache. Ok, a major headache.
"Ok Jen", I say to myself, "You made it home, your car's out front BUT where did this blood come from?"
So, I recap my day...
I went to a wedding.
I went home.
I took a nap.
I went to July.
I went to Lee Harvey's.
I went to Weekends. Alone.
I went to Weekends alone...

What happened at Weekends? I didn't drink while I was there. I went inside. I left... What happened at Weekends???
I get up, finally make it out of bed... I look on the floor. My skirt, my debit card, my paper ID (hahahahaha thanks GPD).
I go into the rest room and look in the mirror... ... ...

I guess what happens at Weekends can be seen on my face: