yesterday i had what i thought was a stellar idea. i decided to drink some merlot while reading the bible (partaking of the fruit of the vine while learning of the True Vine). for those of you who don't know me, i'm not a big drinker. and when i do drink, i do so very hesitantly, because often i do not handle it well. but this wine was sliding down my throat quite nicely, leaving behind a fairly pleasant flavor. i proceeded to drink what would probably amount to no more than a glass and a half, 2 at the most. by the time i finished my small wine tasting, i was already gone. apparently, i am not even capable of drinking that much - at least unless there is food involved. at the outset of that whole experience, i had been quite excited to go through some of james and look up some references to write down and think through. but then i began to realize that i was having a hard time thinking clearly, and i had ZERO ability to concentrate. i, therefore, decided that i had to go and lie down for an hour to sleep off the haze. michael was laughing at me. of course he was. how ridiculous am i?

oh well....that's the last time i try to combine any form of alcohol and Bible study....clearly i am a non-drinker at heart and should remain that way....

so i suppose that i shouldn't have been surprised that, later on in the evening, i felt sick as a dog and had to go to bed with a heating pad on my stomach. at least i got in a good chunk of time to simply lie in bed and moan. one must never underestimate the value in simply groaning out one's pain and/or frustration. sometimes those utterances express what words cannot. this, of course, reminds me of romans 8. more on this at another time. i have much studying on that passage ahead of me.

onto other things: last night at 2:30, from the depths of my coma, i discerned a familiar tune playing loudly. it took me 20 or more seconds to realize that it was my cell phone ringing out michael's personalized melody (his is the only one that will awaken me from a vortex-type of sleep). i know that i had a brief conversation with him, but i have no recollection of what it involved. it's a good thing he knows all my secrets anyway; at least there's little chance of me embarrassing myself at this point in the game....

tonight i go to the alexandria symphony to hear him play.

and in case anyone's wondering, the turkey sandwich (see entry below) has not yet made an appearance. at this point, i've given up on the whole matter.

oh, and one final note: we watched part of 'in the bedroom' last night. what can i say? it bit.