It's 10:06. And....I just opened my last beer.


I hate when the beer goes down good, and you feel good, and then you run out. I could drive to the store, but I really shouldn't drive, so I won't. I could walk, as it's only 1/2 mile, but I'm lazy.

Guess I'll just go to bed and buy more beer tomorrow.

Poo. that Vicodin? Hmm........