damn the muse

Less than 24 hours from now people will wake up with one thought on their minds, assuming that thinking is possible: why. Why does it hurt so bad! That pounding. Oh my goodness, is that light? Turn it off. I don't care if it's the bloody sun.

So on and so forth.

New Year's just wouldn't be the same without that special hangover -- jello shots here I come -- but what if there were a pill that could spare one's over indulgence for that nasty sustanance, and say, wake up on Monday morning all bright-eyed, etc? Cheers!

Experts say that it's never going to happen. Boo hiss.

So here's my advice. Get plenty sloshed. Don't drive drunk. Hydrate. Then swallow a couple of ibuprofen.

Happy New Year!