I couldn't sleep.
Tara had offered to let me crash at the pub for the night, but I knew if I woke up with bottles of whiskey and scotch, I'd down my breakfast with hard liquor. And that probably was not a good idea. So, I left the pub and headed home around 3:30 in the morning. But once I was tucked in my bed, sleep did not come. And the room would not stop spinning.

I should probably stop drinking, I thought to myself.

Around 6:30 the next morning, my eyes were still open. Sunlight was coming through the windows in broken shards, forcing me to get up . I grudgingly swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly. The pounding headache came immediately. I limped over to the bathroom for a long gulp of water. I was thirsty all the time now, since the only thing that truly satisfied my thirst was a taste of alcohol.

I decided that today, I was going to attempt the hold off on the brews until at least 3 in the afternoon. This probably was not going to be a good day. As I began my walk down to the bus station, I ran into a little boy heading off to school. His sister was handing him money for the bus. But this small child did not look old enough to ride by himself. He gave me a timid look, and I sneered back. Today was not the day for random kindness.

And with that in mind, I broke my promise and headed to the pub.