Have you ever, er, overindulged one night and woken up the next day feeling strangely fine? I certainly have.

I've come to the conclusion that, on those days, some other poor sap has accidentally caught my hangover for that day, leaving me scot-free of the wages of gin, while they suffer from an unexpected day of throbbing headache and fatigue.

Today the Karmic Regulator - who is, indeed, a bitch- has given me someone else's hangover to wear for the day. My head feels like my brain is expanding in order to push my eyeballs out of my skull and the only thought flitting through my brain is of how happy the cool folds of my pillowcase will make me when I can rest my head on it again (and, concurrently, close my eyes to keep my eyes from popping out).

I, of course, blame society, which has led me to this sorry fate.