It started with a bad bottle of wine.
Sean and I had just returned from watching a bad softball game and hanging out, which can be enjoyable if you go in for that. I suggested sitting out with a bottle of wine and a few smokes, which has become something of a weekend thing for me. He reminded me that he couldn't drink the wine because he had to drive. Of course, that was my plan.
But the wine was pretty awful, a blended mess of alcohol-burnt flavors and too much oak, all of which meant to mask the horrible taste with more horrible taste. I drank it anyway.
I woke up early Saturday morning and stayed up, welcoming insomnia because, well, what other choice do you have? I thought I'd browse some web sites... but then, I got infected with malware. A bad one. It started messing with everything on my PC. I can't even view Yahoo anymore to get my mail! Lovely...
Sunday morning, I awoke from a horrible nightmare. Basically, I was in a show and just fucking it up. I've known people like this but I've never been that person. At my absolute worst, I've never been close. But, in this dream, I was fucking up royally! And I awoke in a cold sweat, craving nothing more than to take that dream away. I popped in a movie downstairs, watched half, and drifted off again.
And those aren't even the high points.
But you've heard enough.
Let the week begin!
... and let's hope it gets better...