My Blown Glass.

Keep a glass of vodka next to the water on your nightstand for a refreshing morning game of Russian roulette.

I now have just the glass for it. I picked up the pieces from my glassblowing class, and I’m quite happy with them. They’ll be displayed on a shelf as symbols of my great desire for learning new skills for the rest of my life. Or be destroyed in an earthquake. Whichever comes first.