Jack Johnson has been known to work miracles in the eyes of my wife and I, but today just might be out of the realm of possibility. He's not really improving my mood, even with only a few hours left until a ride home and possible night out at a local establishment. What can I say, it's been a long week and it's very likely I won't unclench without a trip to the dog beach after a late morning of sleeping in tomorrow.

Current beer-scale: 8.9 (including the impact of imminent imbibing)