When the whole day is stretched out in front of you like an empty canvas (or maybe more like a big white duvet?), without responsibilities or commitments, it’s ok to relish the dull pulse of a headache.

When your bedroom is warm and just dark enough, and your hair still smells like an evening shampoo, it’s alright to enjoy the way it feels to quell the mild nausea with a glass of water.

When you’re curled in your bed with three pillows and a cookie, it’s nice to be reminded of childhood fevers and restful sick days. As with all memories, the discomfort is hazy, the pain less acute.

On occasion, I am fond of a minor hangover.    - nogreatillusion


Hangovers take all kinds of forms. I’m experiencing my all-too-familiar brand of disappointing heartbreak today.