The wine I made was a fail. Possibly the wrong kind of grapes. Also the grow lamp was a fail.

Listening to the music I wrote. 142 "songs", roughly 8 hours worth. Ahhh, the incredible injustice of it all. But then I also worked my butt off for a decade in college just to have my career destroyed. And far worse than that has happened. To me, that is. That which can't be described for example.

It's nothing new. Has happened to millions. Billions. More.

It's a coping mechanicsm that works except for making nothing at all matter.

The wine though appears to not have had enough grapes in it. Also knats managed to get in it. I'll have to try again. Although I'm unfortunately a teetotaler currently, so there's no hurry.