Drunk Betty is in the middle of a two-day bender, and she’s been listening to music loudly the entire time. It goes well with the hooch, you see.

Anyway, she’s been listening to old songs from the 40’s and 50’s on a very scratchy radio and it is CREEPING ME OUT. I feel like I’m trapped in Rapture and splicers are going to jump out of my bathroom shouting weird celebratory zombie slogans at me. It is scary. If the lights start to flicker, I am going to run screaming into .. uh .. a more brightly lit area of the apartment.