You know you are working too much when it's 8 o'clock at night and you're stuck at your desk and kind of hungry because you haven't had dinner yet but you don't want to leave to get any food because that will take a few minutes and that few minutes could be used to get some more. fucking. work. done. so you can eventually get the hell out of there, so instead you find a cough drop from under some crinkled post-its and dried-up sharpies in your desk's top drawer and you think, "why not?" and so you pop it in your mouth and consider that dinner.
So that's what's been going on here.
But don't cry for me, diaryland.com! There's a road trip coming up this weekend to the sweet, sweet city of Mil-fucking-waukee, where the livin� is cheap and the beer is cheaper and no one blinks an eye when you consider a brewery tour a necessary stop on any great vacation.
Dear Shitty American Brew: I LOVE YOU!