[10:00:42 AM] Biox_: good lord hatter
[10:00:50 AM] Biox_: you have gothic punk hair for a day
[10:00:53 AM] Biox_: and you cant help yourself
[10:00:53 AM] Biox_: <3 — IT’S TRUE I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF, THE HAIR COMPELLED ME TO GET INTO A FIST FIGHT
Apparently extreme intoxication + part in Farscape when Aeryn Sun dies (even though I know she comes back) = wracking sobs. Good to know.
Previous names for the hangover:
“We didn’t always call it a hangover. English speakers once had to resort to the rarefied words crapulence and surfeit, in addition to charming euphemisms such as morning fog, gallon-distemper, bottle ache, blue-devils, jim-jams, cropsick, black dog and my personal favorite, bust-head.”
from Modern Drunkard Magazine - http://www.drunkard.com/issues/56/56-the-mourning-after.html
Seriously “Bottle ache” is my new favorite phrase ever. Never again will I use the word, “hangover”.