Tell me about it... next thing you know you wake up next to a strange woman with all these scratch marks all over your back, and the worst part is you can't remember a thing.
...what I really hate is waking up with a hang-over below decks of a Corsican freighter sailing under a panamanian flag and being forced to sew wal-mart clothing while enroute to Africa. Then, even after killing half a dozen men to escape in a lifeboat, to be picked up by a Greek freighter where you're forced to perform Gilbert & Sullivan showtunes for the drunken, opium addicted captain who is a light opera fan. And just when you've docked in Tanzania, it's horrible when you have to work your way back on an albanian cruise ship cleaning the toilets.
That's why I don't drink excess anymore.