I had one that was so bad, I tried to sleep in the stairwell because that was the darkest part of the house.
It was amazing how comfortable those stairs were.
The only task I had to do that day was deliver a pair of shoes to my former room-mate. It took me until 9 pm to be able to complete the task.
I had another where I was lying on the floor, trying to gather enough willpower to crawl into the kitchen for some water. The TV set was on, and a commercial for Kool-Aid came on, featuring (for some reason) a fat lady singing opera. The sound of her opera singing hurt so much it caused sudden, irreversible, explosive projectile vomiting - and I hosed down the entire living room and myself. Closing my mouth didn't help, because it just came out my nose.
After my friend's wedding reception, I was so hung-over that the next day during the gift opening, I literally could not comprehend English. I could see people's lips move, and I was vaguely aware of speech-like sounds hitting my ears, but I just could not process it into language. I wound up sitting quietly on a couch in the corner with my sunglasses on, clutching a drink someone gave me (I nodded when they asked, despite not being able to understand what they asked), and trying to keep from throwing up at the thought of drinking it.
Ah, I miss those college years.