"You're singing again," he says, as if this is prime evidence that I am drunk off my ass.
Well, he may be right.
After all, the new bottle is halfway down, and I finished the old bottle.
Also, the feeling that my brain is pleasantly fizzing may be a giveaway.
I must try this tomorrow, the last day that I will be trapped in this wasteland.
Sin City was better cross-cut, though the new material is interesting.