magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I was so tired today that it would have been tough to be more useless at work today without being asleep.

At home, I figured it was time to finish half a bottle of red wine that having been opened wasn't getting any fresher. And I had one of those experiences where the alcohol only really served to sadden me. Not in a contemplative way, so much as in a Sunday afternoon, insignificant in the face of the realities of life and the universe sort of way. As in, the feeling of those things, not the intellectualization of them. As in an emotional exhaustion to match the physical exhaustion of earlier in the day and a letting go of the front I've generally got up, even when home alone, where I'm putting it up only for my own benefit.