All-permeating state of post-inebriation terror that can strike even the most battle-hardened of bevvy merchants. Sufferers will typically curl up in an angst-ridden ball with little comprehension of their whereabouts in time or space with only a poorly defined feeling of impending catastrophe for company.
Symptoms are magnified tenfold if the sufferer has a professional commitment to attend to the following day.
Morgan Freeman: "Ben, can you help me stop a catastrophic nuclear war being triggered by a rogue terror cell?"
Ben Affleck: "Sorry Morgan, I hit the lager pretty hard last night and have been struck down by the sum of all beers. You're on your own for this one."