that's the wine talking
Well, Peter is on an endless bus trip to Saskatoon (who takes a bus to Saskatoon? poor activist types with nothing but time to spend), so it's a little sparse around here. He'll be gone for about ten days, and then there will be someone around to eat all the leftovers again.
I had too much wine tonight, and I'm super sleepy, but we also had a late dinner so I'm not sure I should go to bed yet. (Go to bed, dear. Definitely.) I am feeling a little loopy, still: my, wine does go to my head quickly. Good thing I only ever drink among friends; I listen to myself speak and there's this tiny part of my brain that's going, Look at those words flying out of your mouth! Welp no taking 'em back now!
That aside, though, I'm still doing alright. Gonna go to bed though.
I had too much wine tonight, and I'm super sleepy, but we also had a late dinner so I'm not sure I should go to bed yet. (Go to bed, dear. Definitely.) I am feeling a little loopy, still: my, wine does go to my head quickly. Good thing I only ever drink among friends; I listen to myself speak and there's this tiny part of my brain that's going, Look at those words flying out of your mouth! Welp no taking 'em back now!
That aside, though, I'm still doing alright. Gonna go to bed though.