Hangoverish

There is no eartly reason why I should dally with her in the margin of this sinister memoir, but let me say (hi, Rita—wherever you are, drunk or hangoverish, Rita, hi!) that she was the most soothing […]

Today Thursday, I've been feeling hangoverish, with nothing better to do than to go walking round London in the drizzling rain, and to sit at Heathrow bringing this journal up to date.

That night when the ice melted in the cooler and the booze got warm, I ditched plans on getting “mizzed,” miserably drunk. It had been a hangoverish but exciting afternoon to begin with, and there wasn't anything left of the weekend.