Sunday morning coming down

Maybe this is more apropos this morning, after getting the shit news that i've been consolidated out of a job again on friday i headed to the bar and slammed a few Car Bombs (half pints of Guinness with a shot of Jameson's and topped with Bailey's, drop shot glass in pint and guzzle it down), followed by a traditional pint, all in about 40 minutes, i then fell off the wagon and smoked my first cigarette in three weeks, walked back to work and passed out in my chair until i left, by 6pm or so i felt the hangover coming on so i raided the medicine cabinet which had me so fucked that while i was stumbling down the street to get a cup of coffee i noticed that i couldn't really walk a straight line and actually cracked a smile thinking that it would be fitting if i got picked up by the cops, got my coffee and stumbled back towards home wondering if i would throw up on the sidewalk, looking in the bars and cafes at all the people enjoying themselves, still not walking straight and shaking like a junky, drifted into saturday and you can see the previous post for the line-up from last night and now here i am, Sunday morning and i can't think of anything better i'd like than a drink to take the edge off last night and the rest of the day, just one as the alcoholic says but we'll see how that plays out, in the meantime i'll listen to this and watch the smoke...