...this time it's on Baileys Irish Creme; I'm taking it as medicine for my cold.
This cold will be gone tomorrow. I won't miss the raw feeling up my nose. I may miss the haziness that was a result of not sleeping well, of being so ill, and maybe of drinking too much Baileys'.
I was meeting Xin and Maryam today and heard myself try to make a point about our work - I was sure there was a point and that I could reach it. There is a particular freedom here; it comes from losing control and leaving others to worry about whether the junk I say means anything. (Right now, I am consuming a lot of time and thought in trying to write well.)