She licks her dry lips and attempts to stretch her back, feeling a painful pop as she does so. A quick glance to the side reveals that she has knocked her ever-growing pile of unpaid bills onto the floor, along with the letters from Spoiled Rich. She must have done so in her drunken state last night, of which she remembers very little. She starts to crawl out of her chair, but she stops herself as she realizes that the floor is now covered in the broken glass shards of what was once a bottle of wine. A quick scan of the kitchen reveals that she drank almost three whole bottles of the stuff. It's a miracle she isn't in the ER.