Naturally, intoxication leads to thoughts about punctuation.

The funny thing about alcohol is that it makes me really tired and not brilliant, so please forgive me for the fact that I have nothing of value to say. I don't do this often. Though something occurred to me just now:

I am the sort of person who would get a colon tatooed on my butt.
Or maybe a semi-colon, if I was feeling particularly half assed.

Ha.