Day 220: Prose: Defeated.
Today felt like failure. Today felt like an actual day of work. I paced the Wegman’s wine section for 20 minutes. Checking alcohol percentages and mLs. A trip to the ABC store was better suited for a deserved night. I did my best not to think. Just pour, stir, slosh, and drink. Squash-buckle with my sister. Laugh with my mother. And go to sleep early.
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