Not much has been happening here...a lot of time at work, as usual, but I've got three days out of four off (tomorrow is the working day). Sunday I saw Live Free or Die Hard, and it was every bit as good as I had been told. Last night I took a field trip up to Newmarket, and the pizza place my friend recommended lived up to expectations. After that dinner, I drove up to Durham and through the campus of the University of New Hampshire; the campus was beautiful, and I understand why several of my high school classmates chose to study there. I also found the Whittemore Center, a useful piece of information when the next college hockey season starts in a few months.
The unfortunate part of last night was puking after the sixth beer of last night, ending a streak of non-vomiting than had run to 156 days. It wasn't from being sick due to the alcohol; I simply overflowed my stomach. I took three deep breaths in an attempt to hold it all in, but finally, I said to myself, "yep, I'm going to vomit." I calmly walked to the toilet, refunded, cleaned up, and then went to the refrigerator and cracked open another beer. Being as I had exhausted my supply of Samuel Adams, I switched to Corona; my roommate purchased a large quantity upon his arrival here, but has since chosen not to consume most of it. It therefore falls to me to make the proper use of this copious supply of alcohol, a task I continue upon as I type this.