I was able to hand three days straight of drinking, staying up late and otherwise painting the town green, without a tinge of pain. I even went through Saturday and Sunday without any real sleep, and i had no problem getting through the day. What can i say, i don’t like to sleep when the sun is up. I thought i was in the clear until Monday morning hit me like a boomerang. I had difficulty getting out of bed, but finally did since i was parked on the street sweeping side of the street. I made it to work, and i thought i was going to be alright, but my brain just wasn’t kicking in. I popped a couple advils, and did as much work as i could, and finally had to call it a day, and head home to sleep it off.