Given that I'm busted to the heels (read: flat broke), I can't afford to go buy beer. Beer helps me get to sleep, but not in a way that I drink so much of it that I simply pass out, rather in a way that I'll drink a bottle (never a can) or two, take some Xanax, then sleep all the livelong night.
Well, there's no beer in this house tonight. Luckily, however, while rooting around the kitchen I found a remnant of a liquor cabinet, which contained a variety of rather boring liquor, like sherry, brandy, triple sec, and various pint bottle whiskeys I've never heard of. Also among the largely unknown selection was a bottle of Nikolai Vodka, which I'd never heard of, but I figured it'd do just as well mixing with the Xanax to get me to sleep. I assume it's a step up from Brother's Choice or 5'Oclock Vodka (both of which seem to have been taken off the market, and while they were still around, they were vying for the title of "worst vodka known to man"; the drink of choice for hobos and other street people looking to get violently drink).
And so, like a civilised person, I poured a triple shot into a glass, put some ice into a separate, smaller glass, joined the two together and shook with all my might for about three minutes. Because drinking warm vodka is right out.
Now, vodka and I have a tumultuous relationship. Check out this alt.gothic post from late 1998 to see what I mean. (And yes, for those of you not in the know, the author of that post, Zastur, is me.)
As I mentioned before, I'm completely destitute. Much as I hate to put this button at the bottom of this post, I figured it's worth a try.
Since my webhosting provider appears to have gone tits up, there's a PayPal donate button on my LJ profile page.
Also crossposted to
MySpace and a recent LJ entry.
Well, there's no beer in this house tonight. Luckily, however, while rooting around the kitchen I found a remnant of a liquor cabinet, which contained a variety of rather boring liquor, like sherry, brandy, triple sec, and various pint bottle whiskeys I've never heard of. Also among the largely unknown selection was a bottle of Nikolai Vodka, which I'd never heard of, but I figured it'd do just as well mixing with the Xanax to get me to sleep. I assume it's a step up from Brother's Choice or 5'Oclock Vodka (both of which seem to have been taken off the market, and while they were still around, they were vying for the title of "worst vodka known to man"; the drink of choice for hobos and other street people looking to get violently drink).
And so, like a civilised person, I poured a triple shot into a glass, put some ice into a separate, smaller glass, joined the two together and shook with all my might for about three minutes. Because drinking warm vodka is right out.
Now, vodka and I have a tumultuous relationship. Check out this alt.gothic post from late 1998 to see what I mean. (And yes, for those of you not in the know, the author of that post, Zastur, is me.)
As I mentioned before, I'm completely destitute. Much as I hate to put this button at the bottom of this post, I figured it's worth a try.
Since my webhosting provider appears to have gone tits up, there's a PayPal donate button on my LJ profile page.
Also crossposted to
MySpace and a recent LJ entry.