Darth Guinness

Ahhh, my two loves in one name.

Part of the reason I’m writing this is because I want to see if any of the members of the Blue Milk Cult ever visit. I will now know who is truly loyal.

One of the things, though, that’s always got me thinking is how chemicals influence thought – not just beer, but all sorts of stuff. Endorphins. Lithium. Dopamine. Caffeine.

Yes, caffeine. Sometimes, I get up early just to be groggy and take a hit of coffee. That groggy-kind-of-awake feeling. Then, the crash; you’re kind of sleepy around mid-day and get a really deep, comfortable nap. Ahhh, napping – my boy still takes an afternoon nap and that’s what I do on Sunday afternoons after my “Washed Up World Cup” game.

Right now, though, I’m on the straight-and-narrow with the pregnant wife and all. She’s going to pop any day. Can’t be drunk for that, now. So, I’m down to a couple in the morning to stop the shakes and a few at night to get to sleep.

No … but it will be a good night out on St. Patrick’s Day because (hopefully) that’ll be about the time jk-3 is sleeping more than 2 hours at a time and we’ll be rollicking at the O’Ceallaigh’s Second Annual St. Patrick’s Day party. It’s a Saturday, so I think we’ll order a Jumping Castle for the kids.

This has been kind of a pointless entry.