Friday's Playlist: Hangover Tunes: Soundtrack for the Morning After

The morning sun slashes through the curtains like a vengeful god. Your skull is a cathedral of regret, each heartbeat tolling the bells of last night’s excess. You peel open one reluctant eye—only to immediately regret it. Somewhere in the distance, a phone buzzes with cryptic, half-remembered texts. Your parched throat makes a sound like an old vinyl left too long in the sun. You need salvation.

This Friday's Playlist is a carefully curated selection of songs designed to either cradle your battered soul or lean into the suffering, depending on your chosen path. Some tracks offer the sonic equivalent of a cool hand on a fevered brow, others nudge you toward the existential abyss you were already teetering on. There’s a little blues, some wistful indie, a splash of melancholic rock, and maybe even the ghost of last night’s poor decisions humming softly in the background.

This isn’t about recovery—at least, not yet. This is about wallowing, about embracing the exquisite misery of the aftermath, about staring into the void of your fridge and finding only a single, inexplicable lime. It’s about replaying conversations you should never have had and questioning life choices that, in the moment, made perfect sense.

So grab a cup of something strong (or weak—no judgment), find a pair of sunglasses dark enough to shield you from the past, and press play. The world will wait. Your dignity, however, may not.