As I was having trouble sleeping in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, I remember thinking about begging mother nature to send cool air for me to breath and pleading with father time to give me sleep and spew me into the next day already. Neither of them did, but I got to sleep eventually; uncomfortably. But last night everything was fine, it's been raining and still is. I woke up at nearly 3pm on the dot thinking I hadn't slept long enough. The rain and thunderstorms are somethings I always used to enjoy, and I still do. But it reminds me of things. Four years ago I put a bias as to what the actual sounds of a storm reminded me of. It's unmentionable, but now what the sounds bring me a nostalgic strain. It gives my gawd daym brain a charlie horse. I may go into more detail later if the rain persists.
I also slept easily because I had a six pack of Sierra Nevada. It's this badass pale ale which I favor over all beers, but it's expensive. I've proudly developed a stairwell of my favorite beers for different situations. Observe:
$ Not an object: Sierra Nevada
$ Is sort of tight: Rolling Rock
$ tight, practicality: Miller Lite
$ sucks and I'm trying to get wasted: Busch or Busch light
Pretty sweet stairwell I think. It's not too strict, however. Miller Lite could be switched with Bud light, and Busch could be switched with Keystone light, etc.
Tonight's going to suck.
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