The Gremlin Rides at 5:45

It started at 5:45 this evening.  It began as a tiny whisper. Something about it having been a “stressful” Monday, and how nice a big glass of red would be.  

Just one. It nagged at me, as it tried to convince me that one glass of wine was downright healthy.  Perfect with dinner.  A great way to unwind. You deserve to unwind!

The gremlin kept up, off and on, in the back of my mind, but still somehow “present” until about 9:30.  I think at that point it finally realized that I meant business.   

What a strange mental phenomenon.  Kinda fascinating when you try to observe it impartially.  It truly rears its head like a separate voice. It talks to you.  It tries everything it can to reason with you. It has a twisted sense of logic.  

It’s pretty gross that this thing can be borne in a person’s head, just because of alcohol.  I definitely don’t want for my gremlin to grow. Nope. Don’t need anymore voices in my head. I’m already stocked up, thanks. 

No gremlins have been fed this night.