ugh

Last night I made myself dinner. I only had two beers and two cigarettes. I got my laundry together to start this morning. After an adequate seven hours of sleep, I got up and started laundry.

I still feel like shit. The mere thought of going to work today is making me think of the remaining four beers already. Still, as hard as it is to believe, I'm not sure I'd feel much better if I didn't have to work.