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I've felt quite productive today. The bedroom? is clean! Which means all my papers are jammed into my dressers in a minimally organized fashion and my DVDs are now not in danger of toppling off the TV if a breeze happens to come through. Okay, maybe a little more than that, but a clean domicile is invigorating, isn't it?

I re-read Perry Moore's Hero and remembered how much I'd liked it. Here's to hoping Moore's editor(s) hustle the sequel out of beta.

Chocolate ale is very tasty. My alcohol tolerance? still almost nil. That said ale came in almost a 40-ounce bottle after I'd had a stressful day? Yes, I was lucky I managed to get home in one piece. On a related topic - one should avoid sitting next to nurses decompressing after work in a pub unless you want to hear stories about disimpactions, distinguishing between prostates and tumors, and/or packing massive pressure ulcers. Particularly after one of those nurses is doctoring a delicious glass of chocolate ale. Fair warning to the public.

I'm looking forward to the end of the workweek already. Joy.

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Chocolate ale? Never heard of such a thing, but it sounds good and I now want to try it.

I wish my alkie tolerance was low so that I could be a recession friendly date. :P

I'm not usually a big drinker but I was craving something with a hint of sweetness. The chocolate ale hit the spot, most def.

I think your warning about sitting next to nurses can also count for wildlife specialists, unless you like listening to the best cervical dislocation techniques or how messy gutting a deer can be. Glad you got to decompress anyway. I almost wish I liked beer enough to try this chocolate ale.

*grin* Let's get the wildlife specialists and the nurses together in a room. Hooboy, the stories we'd share.

...wait, we sorta do that already, don't we?

One should avoid sitting next to nurses decompressing after work in a pub unless you want to hear stories about disimpactions, distinguishing between prostates and tumors, and/or packing massive pressure ulcers.

Is it weird that that actually sounds interesting to me? It beats the usual bar conversations (there are things I care less about than the Red Sox, but not many).

Heh. Not weird, I suppose.