I feel alive.
I am still struggling with the half hour plus between beers. I tell you it ain't easy. Tom Petty said it succinctly. Waiting is the hardest part.
I feel like I am wringing each bottle of beer of all the liquidy goodness. I feel sorrow when the glass is empty and I have to watch the clock for the top of the hour.
From what I can tell, it is -4 degrees outside. They say we will reach 8 degrees but I think the weathermen are full of shit. It will stay cold. Thus I stay inside.
What, no questions? Nothing to ask the man of science?