I got off work early, and party animal that I am, I decided to go grocery shopping on the way back to The House on the Hill.
Leaving at 3:00 put me in the mindset that I had worked a shorter day because I had a long weekend planned. Add to that the fact that I always make my weekly shopping trip on Friday, and you’ve got all the fixings for a confusion souffle.
Even now, as I write this out on the porch, I’m thinking about what I should do later since it’s the weekend and it’s time for some fun.
I’m not a big drinker, Modern Philosophers. In fact, I do not turn to alcohol when I’m stressed or need to forget. I might turn to it for its mind numbing powers when I am on a first date, but generally, I don’t think about how great a glass of wine or an ice cold beer would be after a crappy day.
Tonight, while I was in Hannaford, I just stared at the wine bottles for a while and allowed the colors to soothe me. They are rather pretty when you think about it.
It definitely was “one of those days” and if a little booze was my go to cure for stress, I probably would’ve put everything from the second shelf into my cart.
Truth be told, it’s been one of those weeks. My schedule is off because I’ve been getting up early to run. I’ve also being having weird nightmares. Plus, it’s been hot, which has made sleep difficult.
I’m confused enough as it is without my sleep pattern being disturbed.
No wonder I think it’s Friday.
The Dog Days of Summer are a rabid pack, and I’m pretty sure they have been pooping on my lawn. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Luckily, I’ve been able to focus my mind for an hour or so every night to get some writing done. Clearly, tonight isn’t such a night as this post is rambling all over the place and reads like I’ve written it in my sleep.
Actually, this post reads like I’ve had a few glasses of wine and decided to bust out the laptop to allow the voices in my head to hold an open mic night.
That’s a lie, though, Modern Philosophers. When I’m tipsy, I get very flirtatious and I haven’t hit on anyone at all in this post. Not yet at least.
On the way home from the grocery store, Huey Lewis and the News came on the radio. Do you remember those guys? The band will forever hold a special space in my heart due to its connection to Back To The Future.
That’s the power of love, Modern Philosophers.
Essentially, I wrote this post so I could use all the photos I inexplicably took of the wine bottles at the grocery story.
But Huey had a point. I want a new drug, Modern Philosophers, because something just isn’t right with my current prescription.
Life has become a tad boring, and I’m having difficulty defunkifying things. Sometimes, when I just sit down at the keyboard and ramble, it gets the creative side of my brain going again. This is good because creativity is my drug of choice.
I can sense some stories at the back of my brain just waiting to explode out of the darkness to send my life hurtling down a much more exciting path.
I’d rather lose track of the days because I’m writing like a sweaty toothed madman with a stare than pounds my brain. If you get that reference, then we can be friends.
For the record, I didn’t buy any wine. I did buy my drink of choice, though…
Do you find that wine is fine when you’re having a bad day, Modern Philosophers? Do you ever just write yourself out of a funk like I do? What’s your beverage of choice when you want to relax and unwind?