I really want to blog, more so for myself. But, I find myself sullenly decorating misfortune for the sake of sounding intellectual. I don’t think a blog post would do me any good right now.
I’ve been drinking wine. There’s that. I drank wine tonight but it wasn’t anything to brag about and I’m sure it was so low on abv it wasn’t strong enough to give me a headache much less to the promise land. It’s more a note of maturity. Not that wine makes you mature, but that in maturity I found the space, or the consideration to even try wine. There’s a lesson in everything.