Wine as well.  Not sure what happened, but yesterday when I told a guy that the Hillside Cuvee is my favorite and he asked me to explain myself, I just felt annoyed, and disconnected, curious, and again annoyed.  Annoyed as fuck.  WHY is it my favorite?…. Okay let’s stop at that question.  Once I tell this dick my reasoning, then what happens?  Does that affect his conception and opinion of the wine?  Does it make his life better?  Will I seem more credible as a wine person?  Why is it my favorite? 

Mostly because go fuck yourself.

The entire rest of the day I felt free, unrestricted, with new sight.  Wine anymore is confusing me… why am I doing it?  Why was I there in that fucking cave rather than writing, prepping a talk in one of my English 1B sections, or enjoying some coffee at the Vine Street Starbucks and taking notes.  What am I still doing in the wine business grip?  I should only be writing wine, not pouring it…  Today could be that day, the one where I give notice and never come back.  Well, to write about wine yes and all the weird shit people say at a tasting, but not to pour, not to do anything serious.  Not anymore.