Watch me

All's left a broken shell, a blocked nose, puffy eyes, a hoarse voice, a trail of crusted reddish brown fluid on my thigh, resonance of your words to me reverberating through my head, my vodka empowered breath and lingering traces of smoke in my room.

The ducts are starting up, another stick, and another drink (Vokda neat is bleagh. I want Gin and Bitterlemon!) for I can't multi-task and all the above will be distracting enough to do me well to go easy on the tap.

Why do I feel like Mariah's spinning around me?