Nothing quite like
breaking my A string on stage and then ripping it off the guitar (so as to get it out of the way)
and then continuing to play the set with, essentially, an overdriven electric ukelele
(among my band's other technical difficulties!)
followed immediately by food poisoning courtesy of Subway
(Eat fresh!)
followed immediately by an hour and a half ride
in the back of a car driven by a fool
who swerves and brake-checks often as a ******* joke
(at least he stopped so I could consult the side of the road ad nauseum)
to finally get home at 2:30am.

Last night left me worshiping the porcelain goddess
begging for mercy;
none was to be found.

Nine full hours later,
I still can hardly keep water down.
I'm only awake in hopes that I can.

To surmise:
Last night was the most fun I've had in a long time
immediately followed by the most sick I've felt in a long time.