There's probably an off color joke in there about waking up the morning after, but I'm going to leave it to your imaginations. I don't really need to demonstrate on the internet how much time I spend with teenage boys, and what that's done (probably permanently) to my sense of humor.
No, the batt was lovely, and the resulting yarn is reasonably well-done. I just don't like it. And the reason I don't like it has to do with the features (texture, mainly) that make an art batt an art batt. This is the third batt I've spun, the second art batt, and I think I should probably stop buying them.
If only I'd realized that ten months ago.