Veritas. I know.
For someone as obsessed with thinking as I am, drinking a glass of red wine (on a relatively empty stomach) and listening to rock ballad after rock ballad when you're supposed to be going to bed (so you can wake up and run a few miles before having to get ready for work) isn't the best of ideas. Counter-intuitively (most would say that red wine isn't conducive to thought), the combination of vino and voce lead not to heavy eyelids and the onset of slumber, but to a scrambling and scrambled brain - one that would could and does stay up and think until at least daybreak.
(Edit: 19 April 2012. Found this in the 'Drafts' section. No idea when I wrote it - but it's interesting, nonetheless)
For someone as obsessed with thinking as I am, drinking a glass of red wine (on a relatively empty stomach) and listening to rock ballad after rock ballad when you're supposed to be going to bed (so you can wake up and run a few miles before having to get ready for work) isn't the best of ideas. Counter-intuitively (most would say that red wine isn't conducive to thought), the combination of vino and voce lead not to heavy eyelids and the onset of slumber, but to a scrambling and scrambled brain - one that would could and does stay up and think until at least daybreak.
(Edit: 19 April 2012. Found this in the 'Drafts' section. No idea when I wrote it - but it's interesting, nonetheless)
