It's not a hangover if you have one every morning. Then it's just normal.

This is one of those cancelled days. Those days after long nights of gambling and drinking. Those days you wake up still drunk, not sure how you made it home last night, and where’s your cell phone? No cigarettes. No money. Nothing in the refrigerator.
You close the shutters and watch a movie you’ve seen half a dozen times and fall asleep in the first twenty minutes only to wake up for the climactic ending.
After shuffling around the house for a few hours you find the strength to get dressed and head out for cigarettes and groceries. It’s five o’clock and the town in still, the quiet before the rush hour storm. You get your cigarettes. And at the supermarket you buy hamburger meat and hamburger buns.
You cook cheeseburgers and drink Fanta.
You watch another movie you’ve seen half a dozen times.
By then it’s almost ten and you think, “Maybe I’ll open a bottle of wine.”
Jesus, how much did you drink last night?