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The Day After
I remember waking up the morning after a good night out. I started by figuring out where I was (usually in my own bed), what happened, and then consuming water, fried food, and Advil. I moved to the couch and began a day of snoozing and TV binging until the end of the day. Waking up today felt like the beginning of a four-year hangover. I tried to pep myself up with a talk “maybe it won’t be as bad as I think” and “he’s more liberal than he says.” But it’s not working. Five minutes into a …