Got some kind of old-man stomach bug that's also triggered my high blood pressure. My body is telling me someone punched me in the gut and my heart is thumping looking for who it was, but the rest of me is just "eurgh".
Thought it was a dumb idea to visit with Doctor Whisky, but here I am and nope, best thing.
Sadly this is the penultimate dram from the giant bottle of alternate-universe limited-edition Jack Daniels an old friend bought me a couple years ago. There will be no more. Damn it.
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