Wine not Whining.
I don’t drink wine at all. It makes me tired. It gives me a headache. I don’t like it. Tonight, I’m drinking whie. Mom’s chocolate wine. Second glass. At my computer, writing, listening to my friends new mixtape. I’m not tipsy. I don’t have a headache. Yet. I’m not tired. Yet. Well, Ok, maybe, Just a bit, But I’m always tired.
It’s just before 11.30. Just finished watching a few hours of Thursday television. The window was open all day, and it felt like heaven laying in my bed with the window open, fan going, sipping on my wine, savouring my junior mints. while flipping through the channels, falling asleep for a bit during the second hour of the two-hour Grey’s Anatomy Season Final.
Earlier in the day, I watched a movie about a guy who tried to commit suicide. At the last minute, he decided not to, and called his university friends, instead. They all gathered at the guy’s New York abode in the forest and tons of University problems and memories came back up. Growing of age, Indie flick. Was OK. Watched it sober. This was before the wine. The movie was called About Alex. If you like that kinda stuff, check it out. Was well acted.
11.36. Glass half empty. I’m a positive guy. Glass-half-full-kinda guy, but come on. The glass is almost done. Two more sips. If that. It’s good to be a glass-half-full kinda guy, but it’s better to be realistic.
I think I’m going to finish my wine, now. Will enjoy the last few moments back in my bed, before I pull the window closed, pull the shades, turn off the fan, and see how long till insomnia kicks in. It was a fun night.
