Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, kick like a mule, hung like a horse

My policy on alcohol hasn’t changed much since the near-fatal “pizza” incident a while back (yes, I’m still blaming the food).

I think since then I’ve had 1/2 of a Smirnoff Spin. The reason I only had the half, is because I split it with M at his parents’ for lunch a weekend or so ago.

I’m rambling, I know, but I have a show-early to do soon and I’m nervous. I hate PowerPoint.