It seems that one enjoys and endures just about every emotion during a hangover; particularly a hangover which follows an evening of drama.
Intense jubilation and ecstasy and gut-wrenching depression can creep up out of nowhere and take you over for the duration of the alcohol's existence in your body. It's really annoying.
Right now, I'm experiencing a Tennessee Bourbon-flavoured experience. A light, moderately stinging in the head without the brain-chewing intensity of the Vodka Version, but somewhat more persistent and consistent. I can live with it.