Today we brew a belgian abbey ale, a dopplebock, we've made two batches of Atomic Fire Ginger Snaps and cornbread.
And I broke another small toe on the amplifier that got left out in the sunroom.
It's turning a lovely shade of purple and swelling up like Brittany Spear's boobs did a few years ago.
Oh, and Fry and Michael and I are practicing for tommorow's session at Smart Studio.
I get to rock out on my crappy guitar in the same room as Kurt Cobain did. And that rocks in a humble sort of way.