Gosh, your day seems oddly familiar.
As for me...I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for desert. Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes, and found my cleanest, dirty shirt. I washed my face and combed my hair, and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.