A hangover is imho one of life’s most ungraciously overlooked blessings, it is a foggy reset, a nauseous opportunity to pause and reconsider. I love to be hungover, love running at 45%, love the mirthsome confusion of the morning after three drinks too many, love blushing at last night’s half-remembered proclamations. I think I actually like being hungo…
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