Sober.

"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."


-Ernest Hemingway.


Ah... the sun rises on another day. Morning, a breath of fresh air, and me still with a heavy heart. It's not unhappiness. It's just there's a curve in the road and I can't see my way around it. That's life though. You can't always see what's coming or prevent it. It's been tooth and nail for a week now. Honestly I'm nervous. Thinking more, sleeping less I guess. A glass of red wine used to make me feel like Hemingway. That's Funny, huh? Actually it used to help me sleep. Now, I've not written anything profound lately, the wine gives me a headaches, and well there's 'no rest for the wicked'. So I stopped for a bit, actually quite sometime. Until last night and those 2 and half glasses really didn't help me sleep at all. 'Too much for me', I decided this morning with a slight headache. Besides anything in excess will make you a junkie. No quote needed on that one. Kisses. m.