I've drained the rest of the wine down the sink. But that's hardly the point.
My head is throbbing, with the actual alcohol in my system for the first time in the two days, as well as a huge guilt. But the worst bit is NOT the (instant) hangover or guilt; but "the shall I or shan't I" battle leading to the decision (or defeat).
What does this make me?
I'll finish my (v. late) dinner, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.
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