after drinking more sailor jerry in one night than i can remember, i find the stuff enjoyable to the power of 10. it tastes like drum stick lollies. the next morning tastes of regrettable pizza toppings and mumbled words. much like any morning, but you can't remember [or want to remember] leaving the club/pub/crack den the night before.
my coffee intake is also out of control. the cheaper the better. the vending machine at uni does a cracking version of coffee for only fifty pence. i'll take two please!