On actual alcohol matters, I finally got another bottle of Yellow Tail wine. Heh, it's Australian. The grocery store was out of... well, both palatable blends of boxed red wine. No cabsav or, if necessary shiraz.
The only red boxed they even had was... Ah yes, "fruity red sangria". Fuuuuuuuck no. I have enjoyed good sangria in company, but it's sweet.
Total boxblock
It's really nice to taste quality wine again though, actually. Dad always said that any amount of whiskey would kill my tastebuds forever. The hell does he know, heh. I can't smell like a normal person, but this went really well. I had a spontaneous 3 hour nap, and didn't dream anything at all. No hangover, no nightmares, and a really pleasant aftertaste.
"Greyfields 1868 First Sporing" is kinda real. It's non-goon wine.
Edit: There are a shitload of loudass crickets outside, almost like the fricken lawnmowers which started at 7AM this morning right outside my window.
It's nice that I don't have to mow the lawn, but I would gladly push-mow (as I did for years) rather than be woken up by what I heard this morning. I dreamed that I was literally being punished with an eternity of metallic droning, until I woke up too early.
I guess it's on me to soundproof my window. Ironic that I get side-income by mowing my dad's lawn, and then get woken up by this morning's shit.
Eh, it's because we had DND last night, which always goes a bit long.