It’s Monday—sometime after you’ve pressed snooze a handful of times—when you realize that all of yesterday’s Advil and ice water didn’t undo everything you did Friday and Saturday night. Too bloated for anything but smoothies and too tired to do any actual work, you’re staring a two-day hangover directly in the face. A dark cloud hovering over your head everywhere you go, you promise yourself tomorrow will be better. Well, hopefully.