You wake up, half cut. Check your surroundings, great I'm in my bed, good start.
Your mouth feels like somebody has put a bucket of sand in it before shatting in it and your head is banging, banging like the sand and shat perpetrator is now puting his energy into battering you with a cricket bat.
You stand up, another achievement in your current state and an overwhelming feeling of dizziness forces you to sit down again. Because of your sudden movements the desire to vomit instills itself upon your person. You crawl to the bog and chunder passionately before replacing the top half of your body with the lower and thundering out a huge pile of cack into the lavatory.
Your slow and on edge.
The neighbour offers "Good Morning", you are unable to reply coherently.
The dog barks, you move closer to a myocardial infarction.
You spend the rest of the day cursing yourself, for you ,indeed, were an arse last night.
Broke my 3 bottle limit for the first time in along while last night. Went through 7 large ales...feel like shit. Won't do that again for a while.