I can't sympathizwe with you there, Catlin. I did that with half a glass of Gentleman Jack in the wee wee hours of the morning after work once. I got pissed for a minute. Poured another glass and went to my spare keyboard which is a POS (piece of _ _ _ _), but it worked for the rest of the night unitl it could be replaced. Not Scottish, but German and we ain't too far behind ya.

Because I like to blow $%&# up.

Don't fear the night.  Fear what hunts at night.