"My bedroom smells like stale beer and cold McDonalds' fries.
My morning pee reminds me of a sprinkler I once stole.
I burped to taste the dinner fries I ate.
My image in mirror keeps moving in frame.
To the rhythmic pulsing pounding of the blood in my brain."

Source: BRIAN
KIRK AND THE JIRKS - HANGOVER MONDAYS LYRICS

Uggggggg, its Monday morning. The ill effects of over indulgence are hitting me squarely between the eyes. I open them  and a blast of illumination blinds and causes a curse about  sunlight. I raise my head and another curse escapes my lips. What did I say? I don't remember. 

I stumble around while I try to wake up, yawning profusely; none of these things are fun to me, And before you tell me to get more sleep, let me please inform you that even after a full night of sleep I still feel like  death on Monday mornings.

My thinking is slowed due to the  alcohol still circulating in my system. I wonder how many brain and liver cells  I have killed? The coffee and Advil - disappointing; the
49ers not (a football team for those that do not participate in watching the greatest game on earth), Which means, I still have a headache and I'm still very tired.  

Yes, Virginia, I have a  hangover. 

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