Wine is Fine...

Have you ever had one of those days where everything sucks? It's as if you are in God's sites and he is filming for a bad reality show. Today is that day. I have whined the word "Whaaat?" multiple times. I am fairly certain I can feel my hormones raging. Tears have huddled just beneath my eyelids most of the day, awaiting release. I refuse. I refuse to cry. I refuse to admit defeat. But I damn well intend to bitch! Why is it that one bad incident always snowballs into seven more? Yes, I know all about Karma and I know all about sending bad energy out into the world, then getting it back. But it sucks. It really makes me mad and I really want to punch things. In the face. Even cute puppies. Right in the kisser. Stupid people gang up on me when I'm angry. I'm pretty sure my kids are in on it, too. Yes it sounds ridiculous but if you try to rationalize with me today I will kick you in the shin. Hard. No one is safe.
 However, I am wise enough, to at least recognize my temporary psychosis and search relentlessly for a cure. Perhaps I found one. Some people call it wine. I call it liquid chill. After one glass I begin to mildly calm down. Not drastically mind you but some change in behavior is noticeable... Glass two is much more therapeutic. I begin to rationalize my irrational behavior and to remove myself from threatening environments. By glass three I begin to not really care about my mood or anyone else's for that matter. I would say mission accomplished but now I have to reflect on my life with a hint of melancholy. As we all know, self reflection is never pleasant. In conclusion I ask you... wine...friend or foe??