Haggarday
The day you wake up after a Friday of trash talk, shots, and maybe a dance-off, and you feel like you’ve been run over by a bus and then left outside in the rain.
Haggarday is when you try to stand up and your legs feel like they’re made of jelly and regret.
Haggarday is when your friend texts you, 'You look like a ghost.' and you say, 'I feel like one.'
Haggarday is when your mom calls and asks if you’re dead, and you say, 'No, but I’m not far from it.'