I hope that January is a month of clarity. Fuck the moment shit. Who can do anything in a moment. They come and go. Habit-forming self-help mumbo-jumbo doesn't penetrate the wall. Fuck Socrates. I get it. What did he know?
I'm drinking slower than a Geno Smith contract extension. Still, Mike's Hard(er) Lemonade (some 7% vodka cooler) as a mixer for my CC 100% Rye (40% same-same bs, just some McPremium McLabel), is pushing my luck or quite a feat.
Possible late-night social activity. -125. My best bet. To hell with trying to handicap with a hangover. How about a couple hours of hair of the dog holiday year-end noise.