I love asking my sister how she’s doing on Friday mornings, and its mostly for descriptions like this:

“So let’s talk about my morning…got up 1 hr late due to my sorry
display called Thursday night. I was in a bad way this morning and on
top of it all…it took me almost an hour to get to work…stupid UN
thing. I couldn’t get a cab anywhere and the thought of taking a bus or
the subway made me more nauseous than the alcohol still left in my body.
I really thought I was gonna die…bad news!! I would say that I’m never
drinking again but we all know how likely that is. I’m just a sad
story.”