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Still dealing with some of the stuff from the last journal, but I probably will be for life.
No sense in making more noise about it




So, I am job hunting. I still am working. Things just seem to not be working out at this time. I think it is time for me to move on. I really don't want to change jobs all the time, but I am feeling like maybe I need to get closer to what I love. Which is beer. So, I am looking for bartending gigs and the like. So I can get closer to distributors, and then maybe connect with a brewery. Perhaps I should be more active in beer communities, as well. I've been lame as far as that goes.

Rafi and I brewed a really good brown ale recently. I am pleased with the results. I have a friend of mine that gets coffee out of Portland, and I think I want to get some to make an espresso stout or porter with.

Also, I am fairly certain I have a tapeworm. I am always hungry lately.

Hobos with shopping carts full of bottles and cans do not make me want to clap my hands. They make me want to stab.

I'm awesome. Why? Because I made lasagna and it was good. Then I napped. My days off are the things obesity is made of.