(read: Post-Drunk. Aftermath and all. Am sober now)

Oh my head.

So I had some vino last night, a few glasses of Shiraz, in good company, red Shiraz and Shiraz rosé, first the red one and later, when le goût had gone to rest already, we had Shiraz rosé, although, I have to add, I am not sure whether it was Shiraz or some liquor maliciously pretending to be vino rosé; the last bottle must have been off and most of today I, moi, have been feeling off as well.

There are too many comma’s in that sentence. I care not.

Anyway – what I’ve learnt from last night’s profuse vino consumption is that it’s actually easier to write when being boozed than post drunk. Last night’s post in today’s light is solid gold crap but it was easy to write. Today’s draft in this evening’s light looks nice (nested sentences and all) but I had to dig for words and my poor head hurts. Well, it’s good now, I went for a walk to let the fresh air blow away the stale post-drunk headachy weirdness between my ears.

Tomorrow I’ll try once more to make sense. Again. x