Guinness’ 200th Anniversary Export Stout is very, very nice.
Unfortunately my brain had to go and be an asshole and distract me from my lovely beer with all sorts of Decidedly Not Lovely Things. Which I won’t talk about right now, but i will talk about something else.
My psychologist understandably wants me to find things I enjoy that involve getting me out of the house and interacting with bearable numbers of peoples. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot to do when you’re over 30 in a college town and have no income. Not a lot of the stuff that would be cool to do that is available to me is free, and even if my parents would probably be happy to give me some money for a thing or two, I don’t want to make myself feel like more of a mooch than I already do.
But there are so many free things our public library has for 11 to 17 year olds now that I wish they’d had when I was that age! Movie nights, game nights, discussions of books/comics versus film versions–all sorts of nerdy wonderful stuff. And it kind of makes being 32 feel really…sucktastic.
Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 