Hangover

After spending a week on the wagon because I was on call, it was fairly predictable that I would get absolutely hammered yesterday evening. Not necessarily being good at moderation when it comes to alcohol, it was equally fairly predictable that I would have a bad head this morning. And crikey, what a bad head I had. Luckily, not as bad as the gf's though. Her's was so bad she won't even entertain the idea of hair of the dog...