reaching the bottom

I've never thought I could reach this point. Well, I didn't. Actually I am complaining a lot, and I'm in a middle point, a little bit lost.

This has been a bad monday. I've lost my cellphone yesterday on Paulo's house, I guess (hope it's there, for the Christ's sake), and I'm in a bad hangover. My head's exploding, my mind is flowing on a river of alcohol, and it's monday, half of the day. I've already had and argue with my working partner, actually I am a little bit irritated with him, and thinking if it's really a good idea to keep working with him, but I know it is. But it's just very conflictuous.