Well, it’s 15 pounds now that I’ve lost since giving up beer for a month. Crapola. I must have been drinking a shitload of beer. But I like beer. And I miss beer. I don’t do well with just drinking gin or bourbon or red wine. The time-space continueum (sp?) is all messed up.

Well, maybe if I just delegate one night a week to beer, and then just stick to liquor the rest of the nights … will that work? It’s not like I drink every night. Just mostly Fridays and Saturdays … oh, and I can’t forget Thursday happy hours.

It all boils down to aging. Aging is God’s way of telling us we’re not special. Hmph.