I woke up, and I thought that I saw the Sun shining outside. But
noooooooooooooo, it was a false alarm.
Sleep aborted. Again.
Me man. Me make fire. Fire good.
30 minutes until HatGirl! I'm so excited!
The question remains as to whether it's good or bad, though.
Dark brown. Whitish head that lasts decently. Light aroma of malts and smoke. Medium mouthfeel. Flavor fairly light, a little sweet, but smoked malts predominate. Reminds me of Spezial.
Only 10 hrs until HatGirl! Yay!
The opening segment of The Office tonight was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
I've been so incredibly grateful for HatGirl lately. And I don't care who misinterprets that statement, as long as she doesn't.
I'm seeing too many parallels. I should run away fast.
From two to one. That's new.
Straight to stage two. This is the second or third day in a row for this.
I'm outta here!
My rock is almost hot to the touch right now.
People suck. Every last one of them.
I'll be glad when this fucking monsoon season is over.
To answer that question, I will refer to my earlier statement: I am a good
guy. If you don't believe me, then that's your problem, not mine.
Now I'm at Connor's, of all places. One hour until HatGirl! Yay!
I feel like I'll never sleep again.
Looks like I'll live. The little bit of swelling in my throat is gone now.
I'm home now. I don't know why. Oh yeah, and the horse is gone.
The bartender at Rich O's just tried to kill me.