Why do I do this to myself?
The pounding headache, the cold sweat, the I'm-totally-gonna-vom-on-my-way-to-work feeling... yeah, we're familiar with the good ol' fashioned hangover. I'm never drinking again. Well, except that this Friday is happy hour at my fave biker joint uptown, and I just got some brand spankin' new leather pants for the occasion. Okay, I'm never drinking again till the weekend starts. Maybe.
