Today i experienced the worst hangover EVER. I woke up feeling as if someone had chained an anchor to my brain and chucked it over the side of a ship. I was not a happy camper. I got out of bed (actually it was a mattress on a floor in someone elses house), and tried to find a washroom. As I tried to maintain my balance standing at the toilet, i had this feeling of dejavu...as if i had seen this very same toilet the night before, but from a slightly lower vantage point. The tile floor seemed strangely familiar..then it dawned on me that it was one of the last things i saw before i passed out. Hmmpphh...