I woke up today with the worst hangover ever. It felt like my brain was clawing its way out of my skull. Went over to an aunt's place last night for some gathering. She had an amazing stash of wine. I think I downed a bottle of some French wine, can't really remember. Thing is, I felt fine before going to bed. I wasn't even drunk. I felt happy. Really really euphoric. Happier than I've been in months, in fact. Sad, eh?