So I tooketh my usual dose of CWE'ed oxycodone (30 mg.). Then I made lunch. We have a big ass bottle of really good Winter White from Pindar, a local Long Island winery in the fridge because Manfriend, before he became a head shrinker, was a chef (he worked under Ramsey for a year at Ramsey London and opened his own restaurant in Belfast, but I digress). So anyway, he made this hellaciously delicious fish stew with the wine the other night, and the wine is sitting in the fridge, so I heat up some of the leftover stew and my addelpated self says, "Self, a glass of wine would be LOVELY with this." And so I drank a glass of wine. Now I feel like a dick, but I feel REALLY GOOD. He's gonna be home in an hour - I'm off to eat like three boxes of Altoids. I suck. Really.
Sorry, yeah I'm fine now. The problem is, I'm supposed to be sober (except for the prescribed meds) and not drinking, and Manfriend's a Drug & Alcohol counselor with a PhD in addiction studies and I was really plowed that afternoon. I made myself throw up, ate a bunch of altoids, drank a pot of coffee and took a chilly shower. He didn't say anything but I still feel like shit lying to him. Poor Bluez was on AIM with me when he came home and I just kinda disappeared, lol. Sorry Bluez.
haha! Funny thing is I know exactly what Winter White is. Taste like candy. Have you ever been out to the winery's out east dilly? Good times!