I had two glasses of wine last night. I did it with purpose with the hopes that it would take away the pain of finding out our dear friend, Mark, was most likely going to die in the next few hours from a construction accident. I am praying that it doesn't happen but it looks like it will since his organs are shutting down and he is on a ventilator.
The wine did not take away the pain and therefore I am back on the wagon this morning.
If I could drink wine and feel better, I would throw this experiment to the wind but it doesn't make one bit of difference.
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