Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The insomnia fairy has decided to pay me a visit again along with her cousin, the back-pain fairy. I dislike them both equally, but they won't leave me alone. So, for nights like this I've discovered that both Kool-Aid (preferably the Tropical Punch variety) and pineapple-orange juice are acceptable mixers for vodka. That guy with the hair from Ancient Aliens and the internet are adequate company until I get to a point where I can sleep. I'm not always such a Debbie Downer, I promise. I don't care what those other assholes tell you.