Go to bed and wake up at the weirdest times possible and you end up with your body going “it’s Saturday” and the calendar mocking you and flipping you off. Last night I had a meeting with an old friend of mine: wine.

Wine can ease the pain. Wine can make you happy. Wine can help you forget your problems. If used properly it can impress and if used improperly it can embarrass. I used to keep a close relationship with wine until a few months ago but I, being the stupid person that I am, decided to break up with it. We didn’t even say goodbye and I guess it’s been holding a grudge since then.

Last night it tempted me to drink and I obliged. After a couple of glasses the taste grew sweeter and I decided to go all the way. It seemed like a perfect time for a one-night-stand with it. I had been thinking about it for a while anyway and so I did. I drunk the whole bottle and it was great.

No, it was more than great; it was liberating! I breathed like a free man. I did not feel like I was tied up to a desk covered in books, notes and coursework. University seemed like miles away and all I had in front of me was a portal to a magical land called The Blogosphere.

So I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to all the people who received my comments on their blogs and my random e-mails although from what I understand they were entertaining. Also, apologies to my followers on Twitter; I hope I didn’t tweet too much for you. I tend to get very chatty when tipsy or drunk.

However, wine had it in for me. Only about an hour after the bottle was emptied the first hangover symptoms started to appear. You see, I have a fast metabolism and I get drunk quickly (if I drink enough or in this case only one bottle was enough since I hadn’t had alcohol in almost a month) but the problem with a fast metabolism is that you go past drunk and get a headache very quickly also. Wine got its revenge around 3 last night and I slowly started to crash not replying to your emails or comment responses.

I say all this because while there is no more wine left, there are beers. Even though beer is not as elegant as wine, I can see myself falling for its sweet-talk in a couple of hours. Yes, I think I’ll end up drowning my stress in alcohol again tonight. I hope I don’t bug you guys too much.

Yoshi, you were one of the lucky ones. I didn’t bug you. Or did I? I can’t remember any more.

This post was brought to you by Colin of therapy in the making.

Hello people of the Blog of Yoshi! Katie here, checking in for FFAF.

This will not be an interesting post. I can’t think of anything but Advil and sleep. I’m in the middle of moving, and boy howdy, I Really hate moving. So last night after a few hours of lugging stuff down 1 flight of stairs at my old house and up 3 flights at my new place, I needed a drink. Except a drink kind of turned into like, 7 drinks and 3 hours of sleep and today I kind of feel like dying. Also, moving Really sucks.

So how is everybody on this fine Friday? Better than me I hope :)

In other news, congress passed the Genetic Information Non-discrimination act. That is all.

Apparently, Food Network has announced the new Dinner: Impossible chef to be Chef Michael Symon. You may remember Chef Symon as the chef who won the Next Iron Chef challenge and currently also stands as on of the American Iron Chefs.

It looks like they’re also changing the format of the show and making it an hour long. I don’t know about any of you people out there, but that pleases me! I love the show Dinner: Impossible and love that it’s going to be an hour long. It’s Really too bad that Robert Irvine is no longer the host, since he’s definitely one of my favourites, but I like Chef Symon as well.

Here’s hoping Chef Symon didn’t exaggerate on his resume either!