Once the signature sunbeams of the morning strike your shut eyelids, you can feel the thickness in your throat kick in, prompting a groan. You cannot seem to recall how you felt last night, but it could not have been NEARLY as bad as this. Rolling over as effortlessly as possible, you scan the room for your best friend, with whom you’re sharing the double bed.

“Angus?” You call out, your voice resembling a rock dragged across concrete.