I would have woken up with a hangover from last night. I would feel groggy, my head would feel fuzzy, and I'd be dying of thirst. I'd get some coffee in me and probably find a bottle of wine that I'd hidden away and take some secret gulps. I'd feel guilty and ashamed and worthless. I'd do that until my boyfriend left for work, then I'd finish off the bottle. At that point, hopefully I'd have another bottle to drink, otherwise I would have to drive to Wisconsin to buy more, because Minnesota doesn't sell alcohol on Sundays. I'd drink wine all night and watch Netflix. Then I'd try to gulp down water before bed (if I even remembered) so I wouldn't feel as crappy the next morning for work. I wouldn't remember much of what happened. I wasn't able to get anything done, I didn't want to go anywhere because I didn't want to have to interact with anyone, and I would feel like total crap. Sounds like a whole lot of fun, doesn't it?