20 years ago after too much to drink, I'd have been crashed in my dorm with the room tilting alarmingly while I obsessed over whichever boy was my current obsession.
10 years ago, I'd have been thinking of all the ways Tom could pamper me and my hangover the following day.
Tonight, after a bottle of mediocre red varietal, I'm laying in bed, feeling the room spin slightly and plowing forward with my grocery list which I will slog through a few short hours from now.
Forward progress or more of the same? It's anyone's call.
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