Beer & Fruit Salad

I'm doing an alarmingly stellar job of using all my free time improperly. Hours go by and when I reach the end of the third or fourth or fifth, I stop to recount the things I've done in them: brushed my teeth, picked up a shirt from the floor, put the shirt on the bed, checked my Facebook, maybe updated my status, probably changed my profile picture, picked the shirt up again and tried it on to see how it's looking, etc.

There are a few things that I truly, truly hate in this world, among them apathy and eggplant. Top of the list, though, is waste. Wasted time. Also on my list of hates are listening to people use words incorrectly and calorie-counting. On my list of things I love is beer. So you've gotta understand that when people say that they're wasting their calories on beer drinking, something in the pit of my stomach starts to vibrate, my spine tingles, I'm reminded of the world's badness.

Stop for a second. There are some instances where I'd let this person slide, say if they've just consumed 3-28 Bud Lites. Bud Lite is a waste of calories. End of story.

Such is not the case for good beer. Today for lunch I'm enjoying a salad of the ripest peach of the summer, the sweetest watermelon, basil and mint from my yard and a little sea salt and cracked pepper and an icy cold Newcastle, and feeling very good about wasting neither time nor calories.