salvation holdout central

Last night marks the first time in quite a long time that I took a drink for no reason at all. No reunions to go to, no night outs with friends, just me and my Syrah.

I didn’t know what got to me, but there’s this bottle that I opened last December, still about 1/3 full, which I felt was just waiting to be consumed. Because of it’s contact with air, the wine obviously degraded over time. But hey, I’m no connoisseur. I didn’t even bother to do the sniff and swirl that oenologists suggest we all do. Last night, I just took huge gulps from my cup and what happened next was me on my bed sleeping soundly.

Or so I thought.

Waking up, there was no hangover that could’ve left me battle-stricken for the day. However, it was something else. It was in fact, a slight throb on my forehead that caused serious displeasure to my sense of balance. The pain wasn’t meanacing enough to cause panic, yet just soft enough to be irritating.

Turns out, there’s this nasty and puzzling inch-long scratch that runs atop my left eyebrow. How I got it, I’ve absolutely no idea. In all likelihood, I probably banged my head on the headboard.

Unfortunately though, the moment was without epiphany. Still same old me, longing for that eureka.