Wine or pills wineorpills wineorpills…
This evening after work I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up refills for my birth control and anti-depressants. I had twenty-four dollars cash and six dollars in my checking account to last me until pay day. Prescriptions were ten bucks each, I have enough food at home and gas in the car that I can ride out the next couple days without going in the red.
ooooooh but wait. Problem, I realized as I walked around the store waiting for my prescriptions to be filled. I finished off the wine last night! I don’t have any more at home!! OH NO!!! I NEED MY WINE!!!
[Ok. I gotta warn you. It gets embarassing here:]
Assessment: I had twenty four bucks and change in my purse. If I could just find a $3.99 bottle of white something or other wine, I’d be good…
Nope. Cheapest they had was $5.99. BASTARDS.
Well I don’t need the refill of anti-depressants for a few more days, I could just get the birth control, a decent bottle of wine, and come back for the anti-depressants in a couple days after I’ve gotten paid…
Yes, this line of thought actually happened. I walked up and down the sad little aisle of sad wines thinking to myself, wine or pills wine or pills wineorpills…
And let me tell you–I chose wrong.








