Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

The anxiety is gone. I don't have ridiculous thoughts like, "Will I still be me?" anymore. In fact, I feel like I'm in a better mood and I'm less cynical. I feel interested in things---like economics, politics and the news---that I haven't cared too much about in a while. I have more energy and I don't think so fatalistically about my problems.

I sat alone at a packed restaurant/bar this weekend with good-qwality alcohol in every direction. The bartender was passing down Booker's Bourbon to some guys who'd never tried it and I didn't flinch. And you know, it really wasn't too hard to sit there and sip my tonic water with lime. Maybe I'm not as bad off as I thought. I mean, I was not only able to resist it, but I didn't have a craving for it, either.

They say the can-take-it-or-leave-it feeling is important.