2004-12-16 - 11:55 a.m.
I’m sooooo tired.
I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep all week. J’s got a cold, possibly a sinus infection. This means snoring. Lots of deep, regular, full bore walrus honking. I’ve tried everything: nudging her, waking her up, having her blow her nose, decongestants, the whole thing. Nothing works. I can sleep through a lot, but snoring hits my nerves like a ripsaw across piano string. I’ve either gotten up early or slept on the couch every single night this week. I keep saying I need to buy earplugs, but I never get around to it. I just don’t have the energy right now, and I’m afraid I’ll miss the alarm.
My boss is in Cancun all week, which means I’m running the show solo. It hasn’t been too bad; just a couple of absences and people sneaking out here and there. I’ll leave the disciplinary stuff for when he gets back. I’ll be really glad when the new person gets hired, although when that’s going to be I couldn’t say. Right now, I’m racking up the overtime and credit time and just hanging tight.
In other news, the beer is finally in bottles. The final batch was about four gallons, or seven six-packs exactly. I hit the mother lode for bottles: went to a local recycling drop-off and headed straight for the brown glass bin. More Fat Tire and Schlafly’s Pale Ale bottles than you could wish for. Hoo doggies, what a scrounge! I am the Salvage King, I can do anything! BWAAHAHAHAHA!!!! Gotta go back there after New Years for all the champagne bottles. There’s just something majorly cool about beer in champagne bottles. Yeah, corking the suckers is a pain, and the last thing I need is another brew gadget, but still… next Christmas, a perfectly aged barleywine or cherry chocolate stout… droooooollll *slurp!*
Anyway, Friday I’m gonna open one of the bottles to make sure it’s carbonating properly and there are no off flavors. I may have to open another one, just to make sure. After all, we’ve got seven six-packs worth, and six of them are spoken for. The seventh is mine. Not yours, mine. Mine. I made it, it’s mine.
MINE!!!!
(well, if you ask real nice, you can have some.)
