We know all your sins
In one last swig I will have finished a bottle of Pinot Grigio in far less time than it should have taken me. I wasn't planning on drinking at all tonight but after thinking about my sick grandpa and intense work load this summer I opened the bottle and just coudn't put it down. Now I'm thinking of Hemmingway and the other great writers who were alcoholics and died young. Am I a writer? Yes. Am I an alcoholic? No. Will I die young? Probably not. However the irony of tonight does not escape me. Also I misspelled Hemingway... at least once... I think. Goodnight all, and may the force be with you.
P.S. I recieved a letter from the Awakenings Review, where I submitted my first story. They recieved my letter and will get back to me in the next six months. Better subscribe now folks.