Nach zwei parteyintensiven Tagen kann ich meinen derzeitigen Zustand nur mit fremden Worten beschreiben:

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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 dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

Johnny Cash, Sunday Morning Coming Down

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