Drinking always feels like it’ll help, but then you’re sitting there on the couch drinking your eighth beer and… What was it that was bothering me? Was it something about this Die Hard marathon I’ve been watching? Almost certainly not, nothing about Die Hard is ever anything but the best thing… Was I… Was I stressed about something? I’ll get back to you on that. Like, I feel like I’m forgetting something that was bothering me, but here I am watching Alan Rickman in the PERFORMANCE OF A LIFETIME and I just can’t for the life of me recall why I was so bummed in the first place. Hey, pass me that beer would you?