Eh, it was the physical symptoms--a mild malaise. Adding to it, I also lost foresight--and suddenly felt stuck in the here and now. Discontent was creeping over my mind because I couldn't see ahead anymore. It just needed to be slept off.
Beer is my choice of intoxicant because it doesn't let me down... unless I go overboard and play drinking games. >.< Then I drink everyone under the table and eventually end up hugging the nearest porcelain object.
In the end, I look at it this way: Speaking for myself, if I'm drinking, I'm not doing it to go easy on myself. I'm there to enjoy it from beginning to end--regardless of what that end might be (usually, I only enjoy ridiculous drinking episodes amongst people I trust).
I still wake up in the morning, grinning my fool-head off anyway, even through the hangover may be pounding away at my skull. I did what I wanted to do: Enjoy the night as I desired. Still... being left with an empty, queasy stomach is torturous. I'll never claim I enjoy that period of recovery time.
Another good beer is Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve. Smooth. Drinkable. Drunkable.
I still wake up in the morning, grinning my fool-head off anyway, even through the hangover may be pounding away at my skull. I did what I wanted to do: Enjoy the night as I desired. Still... being left with an empty, queasy stomach is torturous. I'll never claim I enjoy that period of recovery time.
See, it was because I wasn't in you. ):<