A Malibu and coke has a different taste on a Tuesday night. It's tempered with boredom and tainted by solitude.

See, I have this weekend on Tuesday and Wednesday on account of temporarily weird work scheduling, and tonight's Saturday-flavored Tuesday finds me nursing a rum and coke in the company of an apathetic black cat, a broken magic eight ball, and the silent digital world at large.

And this drink tastes like water.