Hung over does not even describe how I feel. Yesterday I woke up at 8am to begin pounding mimosas, got my email at 9am and continued to drink champagne, had a 10 min phone conversation with the residency director while completely hammered, then we attempted to go drunk bowling while consuming large amounts of margaritas and beer (mind you, out of the four games I bowled I didn't break 100, not even once....I think all my scores combined may have equaled 100), next we ventured to a local bar till 9pm, and then I crawled home only to awake this morning feeling as if someone had kicked me in the gut. It's only a miracle that I'm not in a coma and haven't puked yet today.