Coming home it's obvious I have been drinking! Very soon after walking in, I feel the nausea set in and I rush to the bathroom! I dip my head into the toilet and the first bit of puke washes out of me. I plop down next to the toilet because I figure I'll be there for awhile and meander on in my 'state'. Occasionally I grab the porcelain god and wretch all that booze from my stomach! I'll never drink again.. swear!