You have lost the will to live. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. Home time, 2. A duvet and somewhere to be alone, or 3. You have a second heartbeat in your head which is actually scaring the employee who sits next to you.
Death seems pretty good right now.
Rancid vodka vapour is seeping out of every pore, staining your shirt and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth, at least you think it's toothpaste crust. You don't give a damn either way. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva and your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the moisture left in your body.