I guess it was a bit of a downer. So was the utter crap that happened yesterday in Las Vegas, though. (Thanks again, American society, for producing these insane, angry, white whack jobs, and allowing them the deadly tools they need to generate discord and turmoil.)
I'm struggling today to ignore that little voice in the back of my head that always tries to remind me how nice it feels to be drunk. That I should just consider buying some whiskey on the way home. Because what harm would it actually do?
You shut up, you little shit voice. You know nothing.