Nope, no drunkblogging tonight’s State of the Union Address. I’m saving my liver for the Florida primary tomorrow, and the duel debates in California on Wednesday and Thursday.

Actually, that’s not quite true. After seven years of Bush’s presidential speeches, I think I’ve earned a night with the TV off and the laptop closed.

I’ve also earned a small tumbler of 21-year-old scotch. And even if I haven’t earned it, I’m certainly about to enjoy it.