Don’t cry over spilt milk.

Unless that milk actually happens to be beer. In which case, by all means, cry your freakin’ eyes out.

I was making a special Czech Pilsner brew today.

That is, until I discovered that I’d forgotten to reattach the tap at the bottom of the barrel. And I didn’t discover that I’d forgotten to reattach the tap at the bottom of the barrel until I discovered that all my precious malts, hops and sugars were running down the plug hole.

Ugh, and
Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck.
!

Then,
I’m putting some empty beer bottles in the recycle bin, and I manage to stupidly chuck in the full bottle of beer that I was still drinking as well, so that, of course, went all over the floor.

Ugh.

And then carpet and wall consumed a full glass of red wine.

And then someone tall and stooped spilled a bottle of milk on the kitchen floor.

Waaaaaah!

I’m going to bed, before I end up spilling some blood…