The week has been never-ending. But not a cool never-ending. I mean, there was no flying dog named Falkor anywhere. Of course, I do think that the Nothing was dogging my desk.
Since I am fleeing the Nothing, therefore, I need a powerful beer to ally myself with; a stout warrior,a sit were.
Old Rasputin was recommended to me. I find this a savory choice. I shall seek it out. Sierra Nevada Stout continues to manifest itself in my mind. Perhaps that needs to be tried as well.
What other stouts can I have? Leave a comment.