in which i am an idiot

tonight for dinner i had 4 leftover hormel frozen spicy breakfast sausages and a slice of cake. then when my evening plans didn't really pan out, i decided to do something about the small flask of absinthe that's been staring at me from the top of my fridge for months and months that my friend john brought back from the czech republic for me last summer. i followed the instructions i found on wikipedia with sugar and lighting shit on fire and adding water and the whole nine yards. it still tasted unholy. i took a picture of every sip. here're some highlights:
there has never been a worse face. in the world.

tomorrow, assuming i can still see when i wake up, i'll be recording some vocals for the new version of "a viking's funeral." wish me luck.