Back during NaDruWriNi I had 3 Sam Adams and a bottomless glass of whiskey. Nevertheless my clarity, such as it was, landed me in the top 10 of inebriated posts. I didn’t feel so clear — in fact, I fell asleep at the laptop trying to write a killer last sentence. I wish instead of soggy melancholy I’d captured the witty, loopy drunkeness the other writers did.
Next year I’m having martinis. Or tequila. That might do the trick.
