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.