I would like to thank you for warping me for life (you dick). I slipped into a slumber with sweet thoughts of mash, sparge, wort, and all sorts of calculations tiptoeing through my frontal lobes. Dreams of building brew sculptures filled my evening and as I awoke I was consumed with thoughts of various types of hops. As I am typing this I am too distracted by the other screen (which is filled with brew sculptures) to ...... what? yeah I am working......
Sucker.
