Walking home in the sun, with yesterdays stinking partyoutfit still on. Realizing that your pantyhose are even more ripped now, making you look a bit more like a prostitute. Smeared makeup, hair in a messy braid.

After ten minutes walk among tourists and cutsie (f-ing) couples discovering that your metro pass isn't charged, your credit card is at home, you don't have a cent in your bag and the metro is full of cops.

No headphones for your iPod and sunglasses left in another bag.

Oh, did I say that the wonderful stroll home would take around 45 minutes?

Fucking bullshit day.