got hammered, hyuk

Woke up halfway through my sleep cycle to hear men approximately five feet above my head hammering nails into the roof, by hand. Bang bang bang bang, pause, bang bang bang bang, pause, bang bang bang bang... bang. No prenotification, no scheduling. They're just up there, like Slavic elves. That better now be one leak-free goddamn roof, that's all I've got to say.

shame shame shame

I have a confession to make.

I'm a little ashamed of what I'm about to reveal, but I'm told it's best to get these things out in the open, instead of keeping them inside where they can do inestimable damage to the spirit.

I... I've never mixed a martini before.

Sure, I've drunk plenty of them, prepared by someone else... but, I mean, I've never even owned a bottle of vermouth!

I hope that this doesn't harm my reputation, and that you'll be understanding of my shortcoming. I've got a bottle of Cinzano chilling in the freezer right now, and when that's ready I'm going to take the plunge. Wish me luck.