Else what's a heaven for?

Yesterday at work was made of suck, despite making off with a cupcake with frosting as tall as the cake, watching Evil English babysit our cow orkers' children with Thomas the Tank Engine, and my two o'clock getting cancelled bc of said children. It doesn't help that I've started having nightmares about work that are just close enough to reality to leave me shaking in the morning. *sighs* Got out pretty late, but stopped by happy hour bc it's been a really long time since I've been and wouldn't want my anti-social reputation to get worse. It wasn't bad: discussed scanty with a hopefully drunk hottie, but discovered that this bar, which everyone else seems to like even though it's loud and crowded, has a terrible wine selection. Boo.

Then it was off to Williams-Sonoma to get a holiday/housewarming party gift. In case you were wondering, W-S is a terrible place to buy a present for someone who doesn't cook or entertain that often. d'oh! I'm glad I made the effort though: I got to the party to discover it was very sparsely attended and I still feel awful about that. Got my second Christmas present so far, bath bombs from Lush, which I've developed an inordinate fondness for, and a gift card to Babeland. Yaay! Still haven't decided if I'm going to get a movie or that pyrite plug I admired when I was there during KMC. It's a good problem to ponder :)

But the real point of this post is, how long is a hangover supposed to last? I had a tequila at hh, a glass of red wine, and a mug of Irish coffee, the last of which I finished just after midnight, and yet I still feel a little queasy. Actually, if anything, it's been getting worse throughout the day :( I felt well enough to have curry leftovers for lunch, but all I want to eat tonight is toasted English muffins with a little bit of butter. Being grouchy about social stuff and feeling overwhelmed isn't helping either :(