I'm pretty sure I only write when I drink. I'm pretty sure I only doodle when I am half-watching whatever is on the TV screen. 

Today it's Malbec. It's always Malbec. Josh and I can't tell a good wine from a bad one (unless it's blended, then yuck) but it feels sophisticated to have a preferred wine type. It's also easy to pronounce. We also like Beaujolais. I can't show you what my face looks like when I say Beaujolais but know that my nose is all the way up.

I hate that I turn red when I drink. But I'm also glad that I do. I wonder, if it didn't show in my face would drink wine at work? I think this is alcoholism. 

I hate that I could probably lose weight if I stopped drinking. But I won't. 

I like that it's the only thing that stops me from working.