Am massively hung today. Consumed ENTIRELY too much wine last night and have come to the realization that I should cut back on the sauce. Drunk dialed a friend and my old boss. I vaguely recollect what we talked about but it's all a chardonnay haze at the moment. Why is it, do you suppose, why is it that we stay in situations that make us miserable? Is it to learn a lesson? Is it because we get comfortable in the discomfort? Perhaps to stop the masochistic tendencies-it solves nothing and serves no purpose to make oneself miserable. Is it a precursor to a leap of faith, some kind of sign post stating, "It's OK to jump-NOW!" Or am I just pushing wind here? God, I need to shut my mind off for a while.
Oh an entirely different note-I got the new Harry Potter book last night-I'm embracing being an Uber Geek lol
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