BEERS!
I’ve not yet begun to wade through all the comments. Will there be praise? Nays? Virgin sacrifice? Nine lords a leapin’? Booze faucets with single malt scotch in them?
Booze faucets are an amazing thing. Why? Because they exist. I went to Cabo for a wedding a few years back, and in each hotel room, there were five bottles of liquor affixed upside down to the wall with a little spigot thingie. Free booze? In a faucet? Sign me up!
At any rate, back to the point at hand: I had a little tantrum. It was an offshoot of a larger tantrum brought on by working 20 hours straight.
Who needs sleep, anyway? It’s for suckers! That’s what we insomniacs tell ourselves as we think about all the people who are sleeping without consequence, and who are mocking us as they snore. Bastards. We hate them.
I’m so tired, my mind is misfiring like… like… something that misfires a lot.
I wonder how much whisky I can drink before I fall down? (Spoiler alert!) It’s a lot!
Here’s the clip I tried to post earlier, but which was disabled:
So who’s cringing out there? Raise your hand! Now slap yourself with it.
I’m not going anywhere, so you better figure out where your scroll button is and use it.
Oh, and just so this post doesn’t seem entirely meaningless, I’ll throw a question out to you BJ-lifers (am I becoming one? The horror! The horror!). How about… unexpected luxuries while traveling: It doesn’t matter where you went; what niceties surprised you and made your trip more enjoyable?
I’ll start:
BOOZE FAUCETS.
[This post was brought to you by the letters A D and D, as well as every punctuation mark I could summon. Kisses, ABL]