Goodbye hangovers, I shall miss thee.

I miss being hungover after a morning of hard drinking. To be clear, I don't miss the projectile vomiting or the feeling that a particularly feisty rodent is looking for a way out of my skull. No, what I miss is that feeling of equity. I miss the sense that my body was doing me as much harm as I was doing it. Now that they don't come around anymore, it feels like I'm cheating. It's not like I can hear my liver calling for help, my esophagus can't exactly write social services. So good-bye hangovers. You'll never know what you did for me.