Fucking hell. I’ve missed two days of exercise, and I feel like crap. I wrenched my left shoulder on Sunday, moving the pool table for Vally’s Valentine Party. Dramatically increasing my chocolate and sugar intake while eliminating exercise does not seem to have fixed things. I can barely move my left arm, and typing is now a one-handed affair. I think I need either more alcohol or more muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories. Too bad I cannot work or think when I’m medicated enough to be pain-free. This is going to be a fun week.
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Reframing Reality
Archives: February 2010
Blind
So we did a blind taste test this weekend: Four whiskeys, no clue. Ballantine, Knob Creek, Buffalo Trace and Maker’s Mark. Ballantine, a true Scotch, failed quickly. Harsh, with no depth, it had no chance against the three bourbon whiskeys. Surprisingly, Maker’s Mark, which I figured would be the champ, was also a wash. While slightly different, we haven’t decided which we like better of Buffalo Trace and Knob Creek. (with many apologies to my 1996 GMC Sierra…) We may not be able to make a reliable automobile, but America can craft a decent Whiskey.
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