My last drunk was a Sunday night where I kept calculating when I had to stop drinking so I would be ok for work the next day. I kept eyeing the clock and getting more and more depressed because time was near and I wasn't looking forward to how I would feel the next day. The next day was horrible while I tried to just get ten minutes of sleep in my car during lunch because I had slept awful the night before. It was then that I told myself I had to stop because I was just so tired of it all.