Monday: oh, the duality of it. I love Monday and I also hate it with a deep passion. I hate that it will take a full 5 days for the weekend/nachos to arrive. I hate that I have to answer my emails. I hate that my alarm goes off and wakes me from my Sunday slumber. Yet, once I'm conscious I remember that I love waking up early on a summer Monday, hitting the streets before 8am when the city is still sleepy and heading out for a slow sweat at SLT. I love hitting the re-set button and having another chance to do and be. I also love fasting on Mondays, my chosen day of the week to detox until dinnertime (if you're forced to begin your week, you may as well dive in head first).

Everyone knows they should drink their body weight in water when they get home from a sloppy night out, drink some coffee the next morning, and gorge on greasy pizza. But what about the tricks of the trade that are lesser-known aids for helping quell a hangover that is so impending that the Homeland Security Advisory System switches the danger zone from orange to red (sorry, guys - the times are a'troubling me)? Here are my personal tricks that truly, honestly help me move through a hungover place to a less hungover place when I wake up at the crack of dawn after a night out, stumbling around my room looking for something to save me from myself...