Bad, bad, baaad tequila

When you wake up to the sound of a London ambulance and the morning sunshine physically makes it hurt just behind your eyes, that's when you know its bad. When you wake up and walk into the kitchen, only to walk out again because just looking at food was enough to make you want to vomit. When the crowd at Balham station makes you dizzy and having to stand on a packed train even just as far as Clapham Junction makes you nauseous beyond belief. That's when you know it's up there with New Years Day and the morning after graduation. When you finally get to Victoria and find out that you are in fact not supposed to be at uni until 12, which means you couldve slept for another two hours AND the woman at Burger King keeps saying "We do breakfast menu until 11" dispite you pointing out that "You slogan is 'Have it your way', why can't you just make some fries?" with a voice desperate for fast food and a sugary drink, that's when you know the day is a lost cause.