I know that i should be writing about today. too much pain. too much unbearable sorrow. but i just got home from a wedding reception that was a bit unusual for a friend of ours and i haven't had this much wine in years.
it was good to forget about all the ills of society for a few hours and pretend to be young again. of course tomorrow i may think differently.
water. motrin. sleep.

pecunia non olet ... as say italians.