There's nothing like this on a rainy night in the comfort of my own (newly painted!) room :)

You know how a person can be so much like a sip of stout- so sweet with every sip but it is the bitter aftertaste that lingers for a while as you stop.  

So bitter that even its shadow can pierce through your heart at the encounter of it.

For that I would rather be alone drinking stouts in my PJ's and be happy drunk :) 

FYI people do stop making sense after half a pint or so.

Sleep time