Nov 05, 2011 14:58
if you are having a sandwich for lunch, it is impossible to try and work through lunch.
a bottle of local rum, a wonderful book, and one other thing-- that is my brother-birthday shopping quest.
No more drinking out. I am tired of paying 5 bucks for a glass of red wine from an 8 dollar bottle, gruffly accepting this as the cost of social living. But hell I can fill a sock with wine and carry it around the street. They do not care here.
No more. I have half a bottle right here on this desk, and a full bottle waiting to go. And I am off throwing money away, when it is time I should be working.
Farewell demanding world. I am going to go take a nap in my grave.