I have a lot of experience with beer!

The Rift tends to be quiet on Sunday mornings. I have tried not to examine this too closely, since contemplating the fact for too long can give one funny ideas about religion. I prefer to believe the Rift wants us to have heart-shaped waffles and coffee in bed at least one day a week, so that we do not give up all hope of saving the world and move to somewhere Caribbean.

It's a nice time to work on side-projects, as well, like last week's suggestion that we set up a brewery in the sub-levels, where there's plenty of space for it. We do have quite a few vats, cauldrons, siphons, flasks, pipes, crankshafts, hoovers, saucepans, and various other things that you probably need for brewing. Do we need a fusion machine of any kind? We have two!

Anyway, I've done the important bit, I feel, which is to make properly interesting and entertaining labels.

As soon as someone tells me how many miles of copper piping we need I shall build the still.

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Way to give people the impression you're not dead, Sam.

I kept thinking about making a post today, and then I'd have some other stray thought and get distracted, and I think perhaps it's time to go off the Lortab and stick with Naproxen.

On the plus side, I did get some stuff done today. I made up a bunch of box lunches -- mostly rice with either sesame chicken from last night's Chinese Food Fest or sloppy joe mix on top. I tried a new recipe; my sloppy joe is super-plebian, just crumbled beef with ketchup, mustard, and garlic mixed in, so this time I tried some of the fake Durkee Special Sauce I made and it's really delicious, even if it makes the joe look like lumpy mud. It at least looks a bit more natural than the bright neon orange it normally is.

I also went out to the bodega to get some bread and paper towel, which meant my first time out with the SteamBoot -- full regalia, the key and compass-chain attached and everything. I got one double-take and two long looks, and the cashier at the bodega made me show it off properly to her before ringing me up. I can't wait to see what the doctor thinks of it tomorrow.

I can already tell I'm going to give the chiropractor conniptions when I see him this week; the boot has a thick foot which is throwing my hips off, and sitting on the futon all day is killing my neck. I know people who swear by chiropractic and people who think it's bunk, and I'm not really sure where I stand on the medical benefits. But it's very tactile and I'm not someone who touches easily or comfortably, so it's a nice safe way to get an endorphine boost, if nothing else. I always feel better afterwards, anyway.

And that's about it, really. Bit of pain, but mostly just taking care of business and getting ready for the week.