The blanket you wake up under after a night of hard shitty drinking in which you have partial blackout memory, except for the few fragments of things you said and did that you really DON'T want to know about, but can't quite piece together either. The embarrassment and self-hatred turn the stomach in symbiosis with the general effects of a cracker of a hangover. You retreat under the asshole blanket, head and all, trying to forget that you even exist, wishing you didn't, and hiding from the entire world for the next day or so. Yes, you are an asshole, and you know it. 
This is where you need to buy in 2025: The Aussie suburbs where house
prices are set to explode in the next 12 months
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Affordable suburbs that are still a possibility for average, full-time
workers looking to buy a house on their own are set to have the strongest
price grow...
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