Made it through the weekend.

I made it through the weekend.  When I drank, I didn't have a lot of trouble getting through the start of the work week without drinking.  Monday and Tuesday were fine.  By Wednesday, I'd get itchy.  I've nearly forgotten the Monday hangover.  Before I quit, I'd stop at the usual place on Wednesday and have a few.  Or I'd pick up a six-pack and bring it home.  I know it doesn't sound like a big problem.  But I dreaded the shitty feeling in the morning, even after 4 or 5.  I'd be tired and have that dull ache, dried-out feeling.  I had to get up at 6 and go to work no  matter how I felt.  Thursday night, well, it's almost the weekend.  Wing night at the local hangout.  3 or 4 at the bar.  Then a few more at home.  Then work on Friday.  Dying to get out of there and start the drunken weekend... again.
No more.