So I'm drinking a cup of coffee and eating a White Chunk Macadamia cookie while I wait for life to provide a better clue about what to do next.

*just finished cookie*

No, I will not submit to another.

So, instead, should I: a) read a good book, or b) get drunk?

Or read a good book about getting drunk?

Or get drunk by reading an intoxicating book?

Or plunge into drunkenness and become the fodder that good books are sometimes written about?

Or plunge into writing an intoxicating book absorbing all the world's sensations much as might a drunken Irishman who has fallen into a vat of stout?

Or just shout: 'Isn't love what it's all about?" and acquiesce into the night... ?

   "I don't know what you mean by 'glory,' " Alice said.
   Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't—till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!' "
   "But 'glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argument,' " Alice objected.
   "When I  use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone,"it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less."
   "The question is, " said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."
   "The question is," said Humpty Dumpty. "which is to be master—that's all."

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