I can attest to this; I have never been able to manage hangovers. Even when I was in college (when one is supposed to be “hangover-resistant”), they would always lay me out for at least a day or two. Now, however, it’s more like 3 or 4 days.

Intellectually, I know that alcohol is a huge physical and mental debilitating factor in my life but can’t resist its allure. Especially because it turns the introverted, awkward Clark Kent in me to morph into the social, animated Superman. I try to draw images of how I’ll feel the next morning, but it never works.