7:22 AM: Eyes flash open. Sit up quickly in bed. Look at my phone. It's only 7:22; I can sleep for twenty more minutes. Notice that I feel okay, not the least bit hungover.
7:43: Alarm goes off. Oh crap. I gotta shower. Realize the hangover has hit me a little bit late. I hit the snooze button.
7:53: Force myself out of bed. Rapidly thinking about excuses I could make to get out of work; realize there are none and I have no choice but to go. Will not trade career for hang over relief. Am not that stupid.
8:00: While in the shower, I remember an article I read on drinking yesterday. I took a quiz. One of the questions was "Is drinking affecting your career?" I said no. I lied.
8:30: Done with my hair, makeup, and dressed. Climb back into bed.
8:45: Finally leave my apartment for work. My 15 minute nap has not helped.
9:05: I arrive at work. Boss has decided to give me my 3 month review today. Pray that he does not notice my extremely bloodshot eyes, wobbly stance, and crankiness.
11:02: Look at last night's text messages. Sent my last one before passing out at 10 pm. Reads--"I'm addicted to cabs!" DAMMIT, I TOOK ANOTHER ONE.
11:13: Check bank account. Sob uncontrollably (yet silently and only in my head) at my desk.
Damn you, St. Patrick.