"Fragmented Blues" is the perfect title for this. The staccato rhythym works well, as if frames are missing in a movie reel, as if Wilson's evening is skipping like an old record from one groove to the other. I'm not sure the show ever did enough justice to Wilson's loneliness and heartache during the Tritter arc (of course, it's not called Wilson MD, I know); with this fic I think you've brought that out ably. Excellent.