...the day after

I'm not going to be drinking whiskey ever again.

Okay, at least not for the rest of the week.

I don't do hangover's very well. I spent several hours this morning praying for Death's sweet release, knowing it would not come.

On the other hand, it's an interesting position to read a post on my own blog, and feel like I'm reading it for the first time.

Sorry for inflicting that one you.

Although my recommendations still stand.

TTFN,
MST