This just keeps getting worse.

My parents came over to visit me last night. We ordered pizza and played on the computers some, then they went home.
My problem with this is that when they left, and I was all alone, I started to drink, heavily. I've always looked at the people who drink alone as having severe emotional problems, well, here I am. When I'm alone, I think about all the good times Stephanie and I had together. This in-turn causes me to drink more.
I would like to break the subject matter for a second to talk about true friends. Your true friends really shine through when they see you have a problem. I have discovered within the last week who my real friends are. Whether I'm right or wrong, my true friends have been backing me up all the way. Now don't get me wrong I've lost alot of 'friends' over this situation, but I suppose those people were never really my friends anyway.
Well after screwdriver #7 last night, at about 11:30pm, JarJar (my cat) failed to do as entertainment, so I called up my friend Jimmy who was just getting off work. He came by and we had several more drinks together, and then he went home.
I went to bed and woke up about an hour ago. I have not felt this bad in a long time. BAD HANGOVER was a word I've not used in quite a while.

Something had better happen to me quick, I can't take this everyday.