Killing me and not softly

Am so hungover I´d gladly cut my head off and chop it in tiny pieces. Just discussed with x that I should know by now, I mean, I´m not 18 anymore, nor 20 or 25. Guess I just have to face the fact that I´m an old fartass with a habit. Who wakes up and finds that obviously it barfed in the sink sometime in the wee hours. Bloody good fun yesterday though, and now isn´t that what it´s all about, folks?!
Now if you excuse me, I think I have to puke again.