Tonight, I plan to drink. I've got some lovely beer in my fridge. A large bottle of Avery The Reverend and two small bottles of Delirium Tremens. All will be yummy.
I'm drinking at home Rich O's is closed. Bars that close on Labor Day make me sad.
And, when I'm sad, I drink.
No, it is not circular reasoning, so shut up.
Also tonight, I plan to ponder something that was revealed to me the other night. Something which I will keep to myself. It just doesn't compute, and I fear that my brain may explode when I try to comprehend it.
I wonder if my cats would eat my brains?
Probably. Ungrateful little snots.
Besides being sad and trying to compute the incomputable and planning my cats' next meal, I'm doing some wondering.
Wondering is a bad thing. It must be stopped. It must be drowned with alcohol.
I mean, what the fuck? Seriously, how could that be possible? It just doesn't compute. Is he fucking stupid or something?
I need a drink.