I wake up slightly hungover but not bad. There are many types of hangovers. I don't mind telling you that I am something of an expert on each and every one of them. This is the one that feels like you're a tuning fork vibrating at 256hz. A hangover that lives mainly in the teeth and bones. I eat some leftover cauliflower-crust margherita pizza and drink some cold lime-flavored Topo Chico and pull my beanie down low onto my head. None of it helps, of course, but it still feels nice to take care of myself like this.
