What are you doing out here?
I’m dreaming.

For something like six months, I only drank on a couple of occasions. I’m drinking once a week on average now, and I don’t feel like it is a loss. Sometimes, I’m afraid, it does actually solve my problems. At least, going out drinking with friends makes me feel better.

I mentioned to Mom tonight that I felt like I may have come full circle back to feeling pessimistic. What a strange, yet unsurprising, long weekend. She asked if I had any projects. Its actually an impressive list. I love getting to be all, “and that is just what I’m doing in my spare time.”

I give up though. Tomorrow, I’ll start over.