I had one glass of wine and it tipped me over tonight, figuratively speaking. It’s the thing, with these sometimes-pleasurable sometimes-bad for you items. One night you enjoy a glass of wine, another night it suddenly refers you back to an agitated, maudlin mess of a human being who is on her own in the withering wilderness. Hyperbole. It’s grand, ain’t it..
Anyway, I haven’t been steady for some time now – probably since Winter got her claws out – so I’m generally more picky about whether I can drink alcohol or not. Last weekend, at my friend’s house, three of us got through quite a bit of wine and lager in the pub later on. I was okay on alcohol that night.
Tonight, apparently not. But how does one know? (I hope it is the alcohol bringing my thoughts down to this level; I hope I’m not really a horrible person, with a horrible mind and a weak mind and someone who will never be able to achieve anything…
I’m also having a meltdown regarding my age and status attached to it. I’m trying not to feel this way, but I really don’t know how I’ve ended up here, in this predicament, ill, constantly tired and now, now I can’t even have a bloody pint! I mean, what’s the world coming to.
This ramble ends. Good night God bless. That last phrase my Gran and Grampa used to use and I associate it with warmth. I say it to you whether you are atheist, agnostic, with a Deity or without, I say it as a well-wish.