My life as a wino

I have discovered I really enjoy moscato wine. It's yummy, warms me up and makes me want to cry. I don't think I will become a professional drinker because I'm feeling so damn depressed. And anxious. This really sucks. If I could eat bread (thank you celiac) I would absorb this with toast. But no, I can't have toast. Or pumpkin pie. Or anything with a strudel topping. Crap, I'm depressing myself even more. That's it - I'm cutting myself off. I'm done and out.