I did not have the greatest day. This occurred for many reasons, but one part is probably the fact that I didn’t have any real food all day. So instead of heading across town to meet my friend for lots of drinking and a late dinner, I’m here. At a little French restaurant half a block from my hotel.
And after I drink my wine and eat my way too many courses, I shall return to my room, write for a bit, and go to sleep early.
I will not view the evening as a waste. I will view it as a way of saving my day tomorrow.
See–I’m growing as a person. Now if you’ll excuse me, my soup has arrived.