Lyle opened his eyes and felt regret materialize into pain as he whined. What a god awful feeling that was. He sat up which he quickly realized was a mistake since he immediately felt sick. He got up and rushed to the bathroom where here promptly threw up into the toilet. Just like every morning after he drank too much and promised himself that he'd take it easy. He didn't and these were the results. Every single time he drank with everyone he spent the next two days feeling like shit and stuck between vomiting and trying not to vomit. He tried to remember what the hell he drank because he felt especially bad this time. Was there whisky? His body didn't tolerate it well. Once again he could remember though.