Why am I not a happy moderator?
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women. (Or a shortage thereof.)
I have been moderating so hard this evening (it is now 11.35pm where I live) that I forgot the important things in life...
I'm running short of cigarettes. I'm running very short of whiskey. And the current wild, wild woman isn't due until tomorrow morning.
I could drive to an all-night supermarket for more whiskey, but their stupid manager shuts their cigarette kiosk at 10pm. Then I'd have to drive to an all-night garage for cigarettes. Then I'd have to drive to a night club (and pay extra for admission after 11pm) to find a wild, wild woman.
But it is cold and wet outside. Perhaps I'll just go with Plan B. That is to sleep for 10 hours, and not notice what I'm short of. Then the wild, wild woman will come tomorrow, and drive me to the supermarket to buy cigarettes and whiskey (and a few non-essentials like bread and butter and milk and beans).