How would it be to be drunk daily? As in, your daily routine included getting drunk?
I don't mean a nightly drunk. Plenty of people have a nightly drunk. I mean a daily drunk. Say, a bottle of schnapps with breakfast, sips of rum throughout the morning, wine with lunch, beer all afternoon, coffee with dinner (because who are we kidding here?) and then night falls and the party really starts.
My flash fiction piece "Care for a Canoodle?" has just been published in The Daily Drunk, and the purpose of this blog post was supposed to be shameless self-promotion, but I can't get my mind off the implications of the name of this mag.
A daily drunk.
Are those angels singing?
This fluttery feeling in my bosom—is this love?
Well. Enough. I and my vodka are going to go pretend Malaysia is not on Forever Lockdown, and you can click this link and read the story if you like, and we can all pretend I've somehow promoted the piece like a responsible adult writer.