Even after being out the military for about a year he still had a knack for waking up earlier than most people just out of habit. The morning sunlight coming in through the window burned his eyes when he tried to open them even if it wasnâ€™t particularly bright. He groaned quietly and shielded his eyes with his blanket. Thatâ€™s what he gets for drinking so much, one would think heâ€™d learn by now but thatâ€™s just how addiction wasâ€¦ if he had to feel like complete shit in order to get a good night sleep then it was well worth it. Definitely beats tossing and turning all night, his insomnia driving him up a goddamned wall.  When he felt he was well enough, knowing he couldnâ€™t stay in bed all morning, he fought back against the dizziness he felt and the pounding in his head and lethargically rolled over on his back. Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, he forced himself to sit up, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. God he felt like shit.<br/><br/>The clock on the bedside table read 7:45am.<br/><br/>As tempting as it was to go back to sleep, he sighed lightly and ran his fingers through his hair and decided that he may as well get the day started since he was somewhat awake now. Moving around would help him get over his hangover, too, he knew. Shielding his eyes until he found his way out of his bedroom, he wandered into the bathroom to shower and shave before he officially got the day started. If he showered maybe he could cleanse himself of the faint odor of wine that still clung to him, he slowly flipped the light switch and closed his eyes. The amount of light that entered the room when he did made him close his eyes for a moment. He allowed them to adjust before he got down to business. Unfortunately showering didnâ€™t do much to help his hangover, however.<br/><br/>He finished up and returned to his bedroom, closed the window blinds so the sun wouldnâ€™t worsen his headache, got dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a tan colored t-shirt that was loose enough for him to hide a gun and holster under. Normally he would wear a jacket to hide his gun but since it wasnâ€™t cold out he figured he shouldnâ€™t bother with it. It was dirty anyway. He would have to do laundry later; quite frankly he wasnâ€™t in the mood to do house chores. This was not like him at all to leave his house a bit of a mess. The apartment didnâ€™t look like there had been some wild party but he probably should at least tidy up and take out the trash (which was not much since he lived alone and was hardly ever home) since he hasnâ€™t been able to get around to doing much with everything that has happened this weekâ€¦ blame the hangover for his laziness. That was just how bad he felt this morning, and he knew he was going to regret it later.<br/><br/>Procrastination was something that drove him crazy. He just simply couldnâ€™t do it, eventually he broke down and tidied up a bit, took out the trash, cleared out the empty wine bottles, took care of a small pile of mail. Just a few little things that helped him further get motivated. There was also a reminder on the refrigerator that he needed to collect his pay from his last assignment. It was about damn time, too, since he has been waiting for about two weeks now. What a bloody mess that had been, that idiot had better have given him a decent amount of money.<br/><br/>He would deal with that later, however. It was still too early for most people, especially on a weekend, so he would have to wait anyway.<br/><br/>After realizing he didnâ€™t have anything around to ease his hangover, he figured he may as well go for a bit of a walk. Perhaps he could even treat himself to breakfast or something now that he had a little more free time these days. He had heard of a deli that just opened up about a block away though he didnâ€™t know the hours it was open; it could very well be closed like most everything else was on weekends. Before he hardly ever relaxed and had time for himself, now he is slowly but surely finding ways to keep himself occupied when he had nothing to do. He still, however, did not watch much television as he would much rather take a walk and stay outside rather than sit at home all day doing absolutely nothing. Being cooped up indoors and doing nothing at all, well, that was something that drove him crazy.<br/><br/>He grabbed his keys and a pair of sunglasses, locking the door behind him before he left, and then wandered out to face whatever the day had in store for him.