I'm not sure which is worse - (a) waking up to realize you've done the dumbest thing evuh or (b) waking up to realize you've done the dumbest thing evuh AND have a massive hangover. I mean, if I didn't have such a massive hangover, I'd wonder why I'd done foo, whereas with this hangover, I know. Bc I was drunk. And dumb.

Also, as a PSA - baking cookies while hungover is way harder than it looks. I'm so lucky I didn't cut myself more badly.

On the plus side, my bf tells me I can have hugs, no matter how dumb I am. Yes, I really am flying across the country at the last minute for a hug. The hamburgers have nothing to do with it.

Edit: then I remembered I started the night drinking champagne and it all became clearer...