To Toast Or Not To Toast

That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the liver to suffer the pangs and damage of a pint of Guinness, or to take arms against a hangover. And by opposing prevent one. To rest—to sleep, And to get my laundry done. The mind-aches with a thousand reservations. That my flesh cannot take constant consumption. Devoutly I wish to have it all. To drink, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream of drinking—ay, there's the rub.