10:12 Meeting earlier. Put me in a hungry being mind. I am, not the way I usually am following the meetings held Wednesday. Sipping coffee but having trouble waking up. Message the Nurse, in the PMDC seat. This day, and any. Writing more about the negative forces and people that always attack, that alway attack. …
Tag: Wine
Glass of St. Francis Chardonnay, forcing self to write more freely and with an unhinged swing and lean on past experiences.
The fictive account and building of tasting room stories, the wineries I’ve worked at and the people who’ve asked questions that have me riled and elevated in the best way, and then others who act odd and as thought they’re acting. As in, ACTING. As if for a reality show, or something. This writer, in…
