It was 3:00 A.M. and the computer crashed once again. "I'm going to miss my god forsaken deadline!" I thought to myself. In dismay, I walked to the refrigerator and cracked a fine beer. I walked out onto the balcony and pondered my fate at the whim of tempermental technology. Eventually things came into perspective. Good beer just seems to have that effect on me. I don't forget about my problems, they just become manageable. It is no wonder that scientists are finding that drinking two beers a day reduces heart attacks. Beer is good. Back to my machine to conquer the digital beast I went.
