I've Had a Glass or Two.

Nobody in my family drinks red wine, with the exception of myself, who can handle it with small sips like I handle black coffee and with a similar appreciation as well.

This bottle of red wine has been sitting in my fridge for awhile. It was a housewarming gift from the apartment across from mine or something. After a bit of thinking, I realized it'd saved me the trouble of picking up port or anything for that Balsamic Chicken recipe I'd posted here after meeting Liam's girlfriend, Luna.

I took a crack at it, and it came out really well - very mellow and fragrant. I used apples for the sweetness that the figs were supposed to impart; Winter is the queue for all the figs, even dried, to vanish here in New York, so the only way I was getting fig into this recipe was scraping the contents out of a fig newton or something. The flavor of apple is a little less subtle, but the texture is nice, and you can just spear the cuts right under the bite you're taking.

If there was one thing complaint-worthy, it's the smell of balsamic vinegar and red wine boiling. My apartment's real small, so now the whole place smells like a wino's vomit.
Like grapes and a sour stomach.

Here's a peek at it:
Now I've got this bottle of red wine just sitting in there, though. I've had a glass or two to help it vanish, but I don't think it's anything I'm going to be able to knock out on my own without finding another recipe that calls for it.

Maybe a borscht or something?
I don't know.

Yesterday was supposed to be a bad day - sometimes, shitty happenings just kind of spring up and expect you to drown under them: Emily's Brother's a shameless con-artist and just cost her and her Mother $3,000 in fraud. Shawn blinded himself in a seizure and he doesn't want me to bother with anything more than a card for Christmas, which feels kind of ominous, and after that, the oddest thing happened.

I heard something like a Tarzan call? One of those undulating "AAAaaaAAAaaaAAAaaaAAAaa-!" style ones? I didn't know what the hell it was. I opened my window. In the parking-lot, my deaf-mute neighbor was sobbing. I ran down the stairs to try to see what was wrong, but he got into his car and left.

It was the most heartbreaking sound I've heard in a long time. I don't think most people cry like that - they train themselves to be reserved or something, but that sound. It was like anguish. It was the most human sadness I've ever heard or seen.

It seemed like kind of a bad night. I couldn't think. I kind of bitched-out Alex and threatened to leave him on his own, which was really immature on my part. I just wanted to have less problems to listen to, and Alex has a lot of problems.

I apologized and I left to kind of recollect my head with a shower.
I'm awesome, and problems are temporary. Moreover? I don't just have me, I have the most frick-righteous girl to walk the planet next to me.

We've got double the trouble and twice the solutions - and there's always more than one way to solve a problem.

Life can't get me down. I'll thump life in the teeth.
Or shank it with a wine-bottle.