Grape Juice

Is what I want right now.

Have you ever had one of these? They taste amazing, even though they claim to be 100% grape juice. I'm skeptical because how can all natural stuff that tastes so YAAAS be so lacking in artificial flavas and preservatives. Maybe I'm wrong. I'd certainly be happy to be proven wrong.

I had these once when they were doing a promotion for it in 1 Utama, and one sip later I was hooooked. My SO's parents were so nice they got me a bottle of that stuff, and I drank it all up in a week. And that was me trying to stretch my portion. 

I know this is such a random post, but with the way things have been going lately you don't know how much of a respite it is to suddenly crave for something that is physical and attainable. Grape juice, you can get at a supermarket for a price. Love, money, stability, happiness - well that's all supposedly the really good stuff, so you're gonna have to work harder for it. 

Then again, a cold glass of this orgasmic fruity goodness probably won't do me any good right now, because I'm down with a bout of food poisoning. 

Thank you Nellie Veitenheimer for summarising my feelings so succinctly. 

Along with the recurring nausea and the constant trips to the toilets, I've been hit with one wave of sadness after another, all exacerbated by my less than stellar state of health of course. The past half hour felt like a spiral downwards, with no way out. It's all very familiar, and never at all pleasant. It all happens simultaneously: first it starts with me feeling neglected by the SO, then it makes a sharp turn into what-if-this-is-not-meant-to-be territory, followed by an avalanche of gloomy emotions related to my family, friends and work. It's not uncharted territory, but it is unconquered. For now. Maybe it's because I never had grape juice to deal before

At least, writing this down kind of puts things into perspective. It's happened again and again, and I'm still here for some reason (I suspect sleep has to do with it), so it can't be all that bad. After all, when you're down in the dumps your brain has a way of making you neglect all that is good in your life. I'm not far away enough from my depressing evening to see all that's good yet, but maybe tomorrow will be a different story. Because you just have to hope when you sink to a new low, it means that what follows next will be the rebound, a.k.a. the high. No point moping around and thinking shit's gonna keep hitting the fan right?

I just scrolled up to look at the picture of the grape juice one more time, and the glistening droplets on the bottle just made my craving surge. Mark my words Welch's, you will be mine after I come back from my hometown break.