The Whiskey Ain't Workin'
After making my semi-annual appearance at a blogger meetup early Saturday evening, I went immediately to bed. Alcohol once served as jet fuel. It's now liquid sleeping potion. Unless I'm on my feet at a raucous club surrounded by "friends" plying me with poison of the kind pictured here, I no longer have any stamina for self-abuse. So when neighbors break out fireworks at midnight tonight, I'll probably be dreaming about winning another slam dunk competition.