I did not sleep well last night.
It wasn't the heartburn, dry-mouth, garbage truck, headache, or 6am charley-horse that drove a stake through the heart of my morning REM cycle.
No, it was my hangover shame.
My--- oh my god I scared my roommate, screamed at my ex-boyfriend, lost my bike key, booty danced in a nearly empty bar, ate a bowl of spaghetti with my hands, and left a sobbing message on someone's voicemail ---shame.
I woke up today with puffy eyes, a paralyzing sense of dread, and a new Facebook friend.

Friends, I know you have all been there.
Please take a moment to share with me your (favorite!) moments of hangover shame so I don't feel so much like a twenty-six year shit stain.
Or don't, whatever.
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