That wrist was fucking serious, huh?
D&HCT1: I was higher than drunk earlier and now am drunker than high, but a joint should restore the balance.
D&HCT2: Scotch on the rocks is a fucking awesome drink. Why have I rejected it for so long? Why did I let my love of a nip of neat, room temperature Scotch dissuade me from giving this a chance? It's a drink I can actually sip at relatively slowly, plus it's more refreshing than neat warm booze. And it gets slightly weaker the longer I drink it. It's also way fucking cheaper than drinking beer or cider, in that I'm not gonna have fucking thirty of these. That said, I doubt I'd want to make this my "out" drink. Driving home is certainly easier with a belly full of beer than a belly full of whisky. But hey, if it saves me some money on my home drinking then fuck it, why not?
D&HCT3: I seem to be drunker than I thought. That wasn't supposed to turn into quite such a ramble of self-dialogue.
D&HCT4: Speaking of saving money, why the fuck is Famous Grouse so relatively cheap? I'm not complaining, but I'd take Grouse over any of the Johnnies, Chivas, Glenfiddich, Laphroaig, etc. Whiskies that are far more expensive than Grouse. I guess maybe it's just me but Grouse is fucking delicious.
D&HCT5: Speaking of speaking of saving money, I'm now horrified at the idea of paying EC$400 for an oz of weed, since I can get reliably good stuff for EC$235/oz these days.
D&HCT6: Oh right, weed. brb gotta go roll a spliff