Insomnia

Crap, so I couldn't sleep and I decided to finish my bottle of gin. Probably 150 ml. Not that much but on an empty stomach and a short duration of time...
Why do I always seem to fall for the wrong person? Why can't it ever be a simple situation of boy meets girl?
So here I am, awake at 3.23 am afraid that I'll puke or something.
Fuck.