Dear Diary,

Last night was the greatest night of my life, and as I lie here half-naked on the bathroom floor in a pool of vomit, with urine-stained trousers, a throbbing headache, and busted knuckles, writing this diary entry with my own blood (I think), I can only imagine how awesome it would be to do it all again – that is, if only I could remember what exactly “it” was.  

Spirytus Rektyfikowany 95% alcohol – Sounds like I finally found the missing ingredient for my home-made eggnog. Speaking of which, ‘tis almost the season for my customary Eggnog-Induced Ode to Christmas.