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Hey friendslist, few questions.
One, sparked by the same grandma who eats potato skins: do you eat the orange peel? 'Cuz I tried the potato skin after about a dozen of you told me how awesome it was, but orange peels strike me as marginally less likely to be good eatin'.
Two, I should totally not be feeling anything after a single glass of wine with dinner, right? Not that I'm feeling much, and what little disorientation there is is easy to compensate for, but the fact that I'm compensating at all is what startled me.
Three, is wine supposed to cure headaches? 'Cause I've had a whopper of a Sunday afternoon headache the likes of which would make Murakami Haruki wince (my grandma watches 60 Minutes without her hearing aid, turning it up to a volume audible down the street, and the kitchen sink in this house emits a high-pitched whine that is apparently inaudible to everyone here but me. That, and there is so much flower perfume in the air I can almost feel it sticking to my skin.) That glass of wine, aside from the slight destabilization, actually made me feel a bit better. Coincidence? I ask you.
One, sparked by the same grandma who eats potato skins: do you eat the orange peel? 'Cuz I tried the potato skin after about a dozen of you told me how awesome it was, but orange peels strike me as marginally less likely to be good eatin'.
Two, I should totally not be feeling anything after a single glass of wine with dinner, right? Not that I'm feeling much, and what little disorientation there is is easy to compensate for, but the fact that I'm compensating at all is what startled me.
Three, is wine supposed to cure headaches? 'Cause I've had a whopper of a Sunday afternoon headache the likes of which would make Murakami Haruki wince (my grandma watches 60 Minutes without her hearing aid, turning it up to a volume audible down the street, and the kitchen sink in this house emits a high-pitched whine that is apparently inaudible to everyone here but me. That, and there is so much flower perfume in the air I can almost feel it sticking to my skin.) That glass of wine, aside from the slight destabilization, actually made me feel a bit better. Coincidence? I ask you.
