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I am all about pumpkin beer. This is the the absolute best time of year for beer. Winter's ok, because all the really heavy stuff comes out. Sam's Winter Lager, Samuel Smith's Winter Warmer, all those. However, nothing compares (for me) to Sam's Octoberfest, or a good Pumpkin Ale. Blue Moon's is pretty good but there's one that's even better, Post Road. I think the brewery's in Utica, NY. Fucking awesome. Then pair that with a slice of pumpkin pie and holy shit, all bets are off. I can't wait for Beerfest in November. Best time of year. Beerfest in Providence one weekend, then off for hunting in NY the next, followed by Thanksgiving at the end of the week, and from there Christmas is just around the corner. Someday when I have more vacation time per year, I'll take an actual vacation week. Right now I take a few days here and there and only actually take a week off for hunting. Now don't get me wrong because I love hunting. The bonding with my dad and the other guys, the hunt itself, I love it. But sitting in a deer stand 25 feet off the ground in 15 degree weather isn't what most people would qualify as a vacation. I have to go to the dentist tomorrow which absolutely sucks. I've always hated the dentist, ever since I was a little kid. Sick bastards. "You need to floss more, your gums are bleeding." "That's funny doc, they never do that until some fucknut starts digging at them with a metal hook. Go figure." That and the fucking x-rays and one of teh worst violations of personal space ever, having someone else with their fucking hands in your mouth for an hour, then top it all off with a disgustingly huge bill makes the entire experience so God-awful that the week leading up to I'm a fucking wreck because it's all I can think about. Dammit. Well, all I have to do is just deal with it, then once I'm out it's smooth sailing for a while. Friday night is practice and then Sunday is my company softball tournament which should be great as long as my wrist is healed by then. I tripped in the garage last week and caught myself on the concrete floor with my hand and my wrist has been a mess ever since. I know I can throw but swinging a bat is doubtful right now. Grr. Saturday I go to a friend of the family's house to dogsit (cha-ching) and then Tuesday is...HALO 3 FUCKERS!!! I can't wait, I may call out of work on Wednesday just to play all day. That's all for now. More to come...