When I cracked open LJ earlier today, it wasn't to write about beer, "but Mousie, thou art no thy lane, / In proving foresight may be vain: / The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft agley, / An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, / For promis'd joy!"
Well, nothing so dramatic really, but I'm drinking my first whisky in a week or so (
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