too good to pass up
In case my supervisor is reading this: I'm not going to use this for the papers. I swear. Really. Hand on heart.
I must not drink beer.
Beer is the mind killer.
Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my beer.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past.
I will turn my inner eye to see it's path.
Where the beer has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
With many apologies to Frank Herbert's "Dune"