The urge to write
But not the stamina.
Tonight I was in a restaurant which had a bathroom that could seat spectators.
(Taken from the POV of the spectated, obviously.)
This was also the first restaurant at which I've "checked-in" at Yelp. I'm thinking of being that mysterious one who only posts about bathrooms and how the Austrian restaurants always have adorable waitresses and whether or not they had gluten/legume free items on the menu.
Tonight was also the occasion for what I felt was actual contempt for being a nondrinker by a member of waitstaff. And unfortunately, that caused me to be overwhelmingly snippy regarding drinking for the rest of the night.
What sucks about this is *I miss wine.* I would love to be able to sip a glass and not worry about what's going to happen. But I know what's going to happen and that's why I don't. Someday, maybe, when I don't feel like my body is full of holes from stress -- one big contributor excised, and this helps a lot -- I'll be able to eat and drink what I want again.
This will turn, no doubt, into ramble so...
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