KT will be calling in a few minutes to meet up and head to le bar. I just went downstairs to move something to the fridge. In doing so I completely absentmindedly cracked open a tallboy in front of the open fridge. I had been thinking about it while sitting in the windowless computer lab all day, and I guess it just happened. hello Gladwell. dammit. Now I have to chug this tallboy on an empty stomach in the few minutes before she calls, and give off signals of a drinking problem as I explain why I already smell like beer.
oh and simply pouring the beer down the drain is SO not an option, why would you even think that.
ps. I already feel it. but isn't a buzz on an empty stomach just divine. Better when you are waiting on an order of nachos