Of course, some more facts are closer to my mind as well. There's no booze left. None at all. Which is crap when all I want to do at this precise point of space-time is drink heavily and smoke. Further new facts: There's no money from the insurance for a while yet. So I might as well go on and get a hard drive, as my legs will be fucked for many a week yet anyway.
Why didn't I just stay in bed?