It's now late on a Saturday night. Or early on a sunday morning.

I bring you the following observations:

1.) My personal best at bowling is still 114. Today I got 110, but that's the closest I've come since.

2.) Vodka tastes like freaking RUBBING alcohol. I'm half convinced that someone put rubbing alcohol in this bottle.

3.) The temptation to set vodka on fire is to be resisted AT ALL COSTS.

Mmm.

That's really about it.

So, anyway. Wednesday: Got home. Lazed. Loafed. Went bowling (again).

Thursday: Went to Tarragon with Grandma for Thanksgiving dinner. Visited adoptive parents for Thanksgiving dinner. Loafed. Lazed.

Friday: Kanon. KANON. All day. Wuz good. Will review later, maybe.

Saturday: Patapata. All day. Wuz good. Will review later, maybe. DaCappo. Wuz okay. Will review later, probably not. Bowled. Drank some vodka, since I couldn't find any red wine.

I believe that last was a mistake. I'm going to need some ice cream to keep this stuff down. It's ... not that great. I think 3 oz may be too much.

But sweet JEBUS is this stuff potent. Shoulda had a red, but I didn't want to uncork something for just me.