sobriety for only one whole day brought a lot of reading. i finally finished janine's aunt/uncle book, 'a little pregnant', and found it to be quite interesting. they referenced god while not really believing in [it], and one of my favorite parts of the book contains a god [reference], so i'll repeat:
"Dear God, I say to myself, when it is time for you to take me, let it feel like this: suspended in space, enfolded in love, no longer where I've been but not yet where I'm going, the lovely, breathing weight of my sleeping child pressing against me. I will be ready to go then. Please take me then."
the final words of the body of the book, by linda carbone. they made me feel more like a child-positive person than i already am (or, rather, think i will be in the near future, perhaps).
however, they also make me comfortable in the surrender to [god], to drug-induced blankets.
the child of my curiosity was a symbol of rebirth as opposed to birth, as ideas die and die in my head they compose to comeback, and i stopped this finished book to pick up an old unread, a hope to finish. this is on french wine, a narrative of a man traveling through french wine country in the 70's. i think i'm ready to learn about wine again, and expand my knowledge while curtailing my drinking (severe alcoholism is much less rampant in wine drinkers, as opposed to beer and liquor drinkers). i bought a solid yet inexpensive bottle of red recently, and drank some after being drunk. tried to remember noble french grape varietals by region and blanked due to blunk. easiest thing: bordeaux- merlot, cab sauv, cab franc, petit verdot, and
and?
malbec of course, but i had to wikipedia that shit. whta teh fuuk. stupid. i think i'm ready to remember more, and possible even acquire something new.
WTF!
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