I woke up and the power was off. I combed through my phone to figure out what I had did, who I had called, and what texts I had sent.
Actually, none of that is true.
This is my third time in Bangkok and The Hangover has yet to happen in both senses of the word. The only anxiety I had was not from keeping up my daily post so I’m trying to sneak in an a-live one before the clock strikes.
The pic of the rooftop Aloft pool should make up for inattention to my blog readers. 
