Wow, my schedule actually caught this thread at a slow time!
Man, these existential "Man, I love this girl, she likes me (maybe? Oh God who knows, initiate crisis), but somebody officially has her heart, even if it's caving soon" crises really suck when you're drinking. Every time.
Alcohol is the best friend a man can have. Helps him actually look at his life from a new perspective, and is fun. Thanks, pal
And thanks Tom Waits, for giving my nights of drinking some sort of meaning and reflection. I swear, the day Tom dies will be the second saddest time in my life thus far, following the time I received the call from my mother about my grandfather passing away, whom I had finally become really close to after a lifetime of distance thanks to his second wife. This one's to you! I'm sure he'd be on the edge of his seat if he were still around and knew I was actually BREWING MY OWN BEER. Glad to know I can do at least one part of his legacy justice, and hopefully more as I age
Sorry for getting sappy on you guys. That's what happens when the lady goes to bed, and all my friends are asleep
Edit: Good night, folks (at least, to us American fellows). We're all innocent when we dream. It's just when we're awake that we raise hell.