Plunk

I got a tad drunkish last night.  Stayed up late with a bottle of wine.  The second bottle stayed up late with me.  The good thing was that the first wine was exceptional and the second wasn’t too great.  By the time I’d finished with the first, of course, I didn’t care.  The moral of this story is:  drink the good one first, you’ll be conscious enough to enjoy and remember it.

The bad part about last night was breaking a candle-holder.  I wasn’t drunk, however, which always perplexes me.  Clumsier and more accident prone while sober sort of defeats the “alcohol-related incident” rule.  I really have to try hard to screw up while drunk.  It may be due to my being a roaring, boistrous, LAZY drinker.  I only drink at home and am always seated.  Must be it.

I really miss that candle-holder.  I think I drank more to get over the pain of loss, even though there are three still standing.

I slept on the couch last night.  I love that couch.  Can’t bring myself to sleep in the normal sleeping place lately.  It’s not fun to spend time there.  I don’t think it’s good to pretend everything is going well.  That is sort of what would be happening if I maintained the same routine.

I sure wish I could move out for a little while for some breathing space.  Reason #628 for not staying in the military.