I had a bottle of Franziskaner Hefeweisen, with two paper-thin slices of lemon. Summer beer. One of many glorious things about summer.
I'm at that perfect stage of intoxication where typing is nigh on impossible (you would not believe how much back-spacing is going into this mini-update) and the sand between my toes from my stint of garden weeding actually feels kind of good.
I get ridiculously sensual when buzzed.