Can't get the cap off.

Well, today was a write off, but, c'est la vie. I am kind of in a nostalgic mood, swimming between what was and what is, and what could have been. It was tweaked by death (had a few lately). Death of someone, who, although I did not know intimately, she made an impression. She made me laugh, and although, the details of her untimely death are still shrouded in mystery, if what happened, is what I think transpired, then, she would have been the last person on earth who I would have thought would do it. That is because I only knew her briefly, a fragment of time, and we all put on masks and we all have blinders. A friend of mine wrote an interesting blog post today, it is on my own tiny blogroll. Under Loula Thinkings. . .I left a comment, which I occasionally do, but her post evoked a bit of anger in me. Anger, not at her, but because of how we as people beat ourselves up in retrospect over things that we do not have any control over. Well, with this lame post I am going to retire for the evening, I've been trying to get the cap off a bottle of Huipil Mezcal for a whole week (really I don't normally indulge, but I am curious as to what this stuff tastes like), wish me luck, I want to get the worm.