...but it sure is easier when you have three-quarters of a bottle of 1999 98-point shiraz. I will regret posting this tomorrow; I am never too drunk to be unaware of my own shame and dignity, but I refuse to delete it, in the interest of those things.
Ah, the grape, it embraces me warmly, dragging me down, down, down, into swimming, murky numbness. It is quiet here, with nothing but the sound of the blood rushing through the vessels in my ears, reminding me that I am alive, and I will live to fight another day.
Just not right now. For now, we embrace, and spin together, in the burgundy black. I can almost forget all that ails me, ignoring their proximity, assuring myself that they will wait until tomorrow.
Almost.
For now, we embrace.
August 23 2005, 07:19:55 UTC 6 years ago
but yes, the troubles will still be there tomorrow, just as life is always at once everywhere, just as surely you will be there tomorrow to embrace it anew.
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Why anyone would want to embroil themselves in this situation that the three of us have made for ourselves is beyond me, but it's appreciated.
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