It’s Friday. And tonight is the big clambake for my department, which should be OK, I guess. Ordinarily, I’d get hammered, but I reckon that wouldn’t be a great career move. Plus, I have to drive, so that wouldn’t work out at all. I also don’t much care for crappy beer in plastic cups. I’ve gotten rather snobbish these days. If it’s not my own beer, I much prefer Middle Ages Brewery’s Impaled Ale. And I only drink beer from a frozen mug.

Turns out, I love beer. No, not that I really like to drink it (though I do), but that I feel real affection for the stuff. Especially since I started brewing it myself. It’s a living, breathing entity, and I feel true affection for it. I understand why Ben Franklin said “beer is proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy.” Hey, give me a break. It’s pretty much all I’ve got these days.