Being hungover is such a waste of time. In fact, it's not a waste of time, it's just a very delicate state of being that makes your body feel like it's falling apart, which renders time irrelevant. You wake up to the initial feelings of depression, nausia and trying to figure out who you had a fight with in your bedroom that resulted in your clothes being strewn across the floor. From this point on, you then make it an almost maternal priority to nurse yourself like an intensive care patient on life support, even though you are never going to feel right until you wake up the next day. Food, daytime television, fruit juice, and sleep are definitely not going to help you out, whatsoever. This is the exact reason why I have utmost respect for my Father, George Best, Amy Winehouse and all the other mess-heads that have graced the planet: if you feel like shit, because you have been drinking/taking drugs, CARRY ON.
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