Witches brew? Was made by the devil.

I couldn't help the groan of agony that escaped me as I staggered out of my motel room door and onto the sidewalk, blearily staring up into the sun for a moment. Asshole sun. It really needed to stop beaming so brightly and happily over everything when I was just so very miserable. How had things gone so terribly wrong when last night things had finally felt perfectly right? But, there was a lot of blur involved, too, so how did I know my ...