I had two cans of Surly Furious IPA last night. Tonight I will likely have a couple Bell’s Two-Hearted Ale, because it is bitter and because it is summer (apologies to Joyce Carol Oates).
On the bitter front, I awoke with great plans of working outside, mowing and raking until I was sweaty and manly. My lower back quickly informed me that such a thing was a very foolish notion and I should take a buttload of Ibuprofen. I also slapped a couple smelly Salon Pas above my ass crack and one more on the back of my right hand.
Driving bus and gripping plastic steering wheels is raising hell with my carpal tunnel. I haven’t been able to play guitar since Christmas break and it kills me. So two more weeks of school and then we’ll see how long it takes to recover. It should only be a week or so but who knows. Getting my old sleep pattern back should take about the same amount of time. Then we’ll see what I can get accomplished with a clear head. Of course, drinking a couple beers might muddy those waters.
Have a great weekend and if you’re drinking craft beer, look me up in hell some time.