My mac mail application has been importing everything from my gmail account. I've watched the past four years fly by me in acronyms: Fwd: Re: attachments: It has made me sometimes smile, sometimes bite my lower lip, sometimes power another glass. I found things I had written from the defunct blog from long ago, papers I had emailed to profs, long lost mp3s (thanks, Andy), well-wishes from acquaintances, a few spam messages that promised me a "longer member" and "immediate disbursement of funds." It has been powerful enough to magically open a bottle of Rosenblum Syrah (not the promised longer member). Add Chiara Civello and I am melancholically contemplative. I sometimes loathe responsibility. I want one more glass. It's no longer the taste, the lovely color of the wine I want, I just want to prolong the effect. Responsibility tells me: "Drink water, take a vitamin and some ibuprofen, go to bed; you have to be up with children tomorrow, read for class." Sigh...guess who wins.
Good night.
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