My Definition (of a Boombastic Jazz Style)

That title is wildly inaccurate, by-the-by. But it was the only spur-of-the-moment thought that had the word "definition".
My REAL definition I'm going to define is Cruelty

Cruelty (n.): Not, not being not physically able to 'not', no; but having the intention to but not the wherewithal or steadymindedness or prowess or time to drink merrily on St. Patty's day.

As it turns out, I have a term paper and 3-midterms-in-26-hour marathon [side note: I'm having a freakin field day with hyphens. hypen-orgy. THERE, I've done it again. they're so damn practical].

On the thought of St. Patty's day, in spite of the formidable workload ahead of me, I gave myself a one-beer Beer Allowance. Believe you me, were I a better man, I could have made that a Portmonteau and made it stick. Alcohollowance? Alcallowance? Ergh. 5/10 and 2/10.
As I related to a friend recently,

"I would love to have lived my life so, so gloriously, so epicly, so full of wonder and love and everlasting joy and excitement that people drank merrily on the day of my death. Or birth. Whatever St. Patty's deal was."