Remember how I made fun of my cat last week for being hungover? Welp. I should have known better, because this was maybe my Sunday:
|They're sunglasses, okay?!|
My sister and a couple of friends came over on Saturday night and we drank and went out. We stayed out really late.
After a respectable six hours of sleep, I woke up not feeling great.
I spent a large part of the day flopping around my bed
|March Madness, you guys.|
|Ok, I was pretty much directly quoting from an episode of Girls at this point.|
I seem to have come down with a case of whinyitis. Does this happen to anyone else when you drink (you know, the monster hangover and/or the complaining)?