As am I. Nicely pissed, not so much so as to be incoherent and incoordinated, just a nice heavy buzz going on, which is about as far as I like to go with EtOH. Just had a mug of dark rum. Prince Consort...meh....stupid shopkeeper...I ASKED for Lamb's navy rum, but got prince consort instead, which is inferior to my taste. Big mug, a hair short of the half liter I had left, down in one shot, washed down with a mouthful or two of coke. Then my old man came to tell me 'whatever it is that you were drying, looks dry'
Meaning dipropionylmorphine for later, might just neck a couple of moggies (nitrazepam, the younger brother of flunitrazepam/roofies) later after I get off the computer and go finish recrystallization of my dipropionylmorphine.
Should make for a good night
Got plenty good books to read once family guy/american dad finish on TV.
Can't say as my taste in music would tolerate the above, that kind of thing feels like nails down a blackboard, accompanied by a violin with rusty strings, played with a bow strung with the rotting hide of a puff adder.
Listening to these, enjoying my rum (lol, quite coincidentally I happened to get a bottle of rum not long after I ended up having to wear the eye patch....arrrrhh matey..
Swallow the Sun-these lowlands
Novembers Doom-what could have been
