I Dranked A Bottle Of Wine

My roommate is at a convention or some shit this week and being home alone turns out to be a little creepy.

Especially when you factor in a couple strange, right-before-they-kill-you horror movie like things happening in and around our apartment complex, like the dead rat floating in the pool and all the external lights losing power. It's pitch black outside, the only glow is from the light from the full moon hitting the pool. Is this painting a picture for you? I'm skeered.

Okay, let me just calm down with a glass of wine, thought I. Then I have another, maybe two or three more, gets a little tipsy and keep drinking anyway.

I'm pretty sure kitty will protect me from evil-doers, but I'm really into my new companion. The bottle is my friend. I am calmed by it's juicy goodness. I pass out soon and forget this whole thing.