That Kind Of Day...

Gloom, Despair & Agony On Me!!

There's a bottle of Maker's Mark sitting just out of reach.

Maybe three fingers left. Enough to get a good solid whooskey buzz.

I could reach the bottle if I leaned over REALLY far.

But the damn ice machine is halfway across the house.

I hate warm bourbon...

I wonder if someone will gift me with an auxiliary ice machine for my birthday?