My head feels like a marching band just practiced in it.
Coffee: because adulting is hard when youre hungover.
Last night was a masterpiece; today is a tragic art exhibit.
I put the ‘pro’ in procrastination, especially when recovering from a hangover.
Nothing like a hangover to remind you that you’re not 21 anymore.
Feeling like a pinata that got hit one too many times.
Hangovers: proof that we dont learn from our adventures.
My brain has left the party, but my body is still feeling the effects.
When the vodka doesnt hit until the morning after.
Ive got a headache thats auditioning for a horror movie.
Hangovers are natures way of reminding us were human.
Asking for a miracle when I really just need a greasy breakfast.
Todays forecast: 100% chance of regret.
I drank to celebrate, but today I mourn.
The only thing rising faster than the sun is my anxiety.
Trying to remember yesterday is like solving a jigsaw puzzle in the dark.
Water, please, Im basically a desert at this point.
My hangover has its own personality; its just not a pleasant one.
I wish my enthusiasm for life matched my enthusiasm for the last drink.
Hangovers: the uninvited guests that linger too long.
Every sip was a good idea until it wasnt.
I cant tell if its the hangover talking or if life is just this dramatic.
Today Im more of a zombie than a human.
Drink responsibly, or at least remember where you parked.
Sleeping off the poor choices of last night.
Welcome to the beer belly biathlon: wake up, hydrate, regret.
The only marathon Im running today is to the bathroom.
Wishing I could call in sick to adulthood.
Not sure what hurts more: the hangover or my dignity.
My body is a temple, and it just got hit with a wrecking ball.
I need a drink just not at 9 AM.
Navigating life with a hangover is like trying to solve a Rubiks Cube blindfolded.
Sipping on regret with a side of nausea.
Today, my spirit animal is a sloth.
I came, I saw, I regretted it.
Hangovers make me appreciate water like never before.
If you see me in public today, please just wave from a distance.
Emergency supplies: saltines and Gatorade.
Trying to muster the energy to exist.
My head says no more, but my heart says just one more.
Hangovers: they really know how to crash a party.
This headache is sponsored by last nights decision-making.
Trying to unravel the mystery of the disappearing memories.
The only thing worse than a hangover is remembering why you had one.
Today Im on an all carbohydrates diet: please, carbs, save me.