I am out of whiskey...

Condolences should be directed to me as well. I drank at a slow pace throughout the past many hours, never achieving a good drunk to soothe my mind. And now I am out.

Woe is me.
 
My grandfather used to call his tea whiskey, and then offer me some. I should've known it wasn't when I tasted it and it was sweet. :p
 
I looked at the glass, and noticed the lighting made it look like less then it was. Blame the little lamp.