I ran a shit shit workout. It happens but man this week is going terrible. Afterwards I nearly locked myself out of my apartment in the rain. I almost had a fucking cow, but not quite. Fourteen miles later and just shy a real tragedy I picked up the Southern Rye IPA by Susquehanna Brewing (Pittston, PA). It was rated at 8%ABV. I wanted a quick head buzz. It was tasty beverage but it didn't quite knock me on my ass as much as I wanted. GFY to daylight saving time. Not sure that's relevant but it needs to be said.

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