That awkward moment, when you walk into the bar-

that awkward moment when you walk out of the front door, just a few inches shy of crashing into the jamb, trying to pretend you actually had some decent sleep, a shower and a healthy breakfast consisting of bottled milk and oatmeal, but instead you just get that feeling, when everybody, including blind people and god damn pigeons, knows you're sort of sleepwalking with your eyes wide shut and gambles on whether you would start snoring within next ten seconds. So you dimly pull on your best whatever-face and drag yourself to the mall, a tune from "White and nerdy" on shaky inner loop, almost expecting a passing alco to drop something about you needing a rehab.