today was a day of general fridayish brainlessness. a day of multiple inabilities to complete sentences. a day of calling ron don (he retaliated by asking if i was from holland). a day of telling a co-worker that what worked for my migraines was excedrin with cocaine. a day of picking wine randomly (yet successfully*). a day of wandering aimlessly through superstore completely at a loss of why i was there (to pick up wine). a day that has ended with a second glass of chilean merlot, a handful of hazelnuts and stars on the stereo. a calm night. a quiet night.
*i find it both heart-warming and disturbing that my alcohol-finding abilities are somehow separate from my other brain functions, and when these are suspended, the automatic pilot kicks in and a nice chilean merlot somehow finds its way into my basket on a day when i have trouble remembering my name.