Disappointment
Its ten o’clock, I’ve worked all day, reached my goal of 3000 out of 8000 words. I’ve had dinner. I’ve cleaned my room. No one is at home. There is nothing to do, so I decide to pour myself a big glass of wine and read some poetry to brush up on my Spanish. I get my wine and my book, I light some candles, turn off the lights, and crawl into bed. I’m ready.
I take more than a moderate sip of my wine .. and spit it out all over the floor. The wine’s become vinegar, I feel like I just drank a bottle of french dressing. Now that’s what I call disappointment. Fuck it, I’m going to sleep.
Eg tippe det ikkje va en nyåpna vin?
Comment by AK — July 19, 2007 @ 2:37 pm