Dial-a-Vice
Correct me if I’m wrong, it’s been one of those days, but why the hell isn’t there some sort of service that delivers wine and chocolate when you need it?
There’s pizza and Mr. Delivery and flowers and just about everything else, but I can’t just call a number and make my selection of Porcupine Ridge Sav Blanc and perhaps some Lindt Chili Intense, and then have it delivered to my door, at a reasonable price (no delivery fee, tips welcome).
Instead, I have to get dressed and work up the energy to go to the shop, it seems so unfair on a day like this.
In other news, I am feeling the teensiest bit better on the mood front anyway, getting off Johnny Cash (which had been playing since I woke up this morning, at 6h30) and moving on to The Doors. A bit of Roadhouse Blues does wonders for zen levels, but sadly not much for cramps and ughness. Oh well.
Funnily enough I’m listening to Johnny Cash as I’m reading your post. I have a tendency to listen to his American Recordings when I’m not feeling all that bright.
I’m a huge fan, especially love American IV with Hurt on it. I have a great best of as well, which has all his classics, can play that forever and never get sick of it.