Merlot
7:52 PM, Wednesday evening. So, I’m killing time a bit before going out for the night. Got my ear pierced a week ago; I like it. It didn’t hurt at all…and still doesn’t. See, who says I have nothing to say?
“Love,” he pronounced portentously, “is a funny thing.” Then his head exploded from confusion and he tumbled off of his soapbox. Whew, close call there…
How about a less whiny topic…wine!
Since I have a favorite white wine I was determined to find a red one as well. After very little research I have found that I enjoy Merlot quite a bit. (My, my, aren’t I the sophisticated one?)
And on another topic entirely: Raymond Chandler was a damn fine writer.
— JWR, 1997
EDITOR’S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the “I Have Nothing To Say” entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal’s entries by the time at which they were written.