The title is a reference only I would
understand. The kind of thing that makes a misanthropic self-obsessed
individual feel understood. Tonight I don’t revel in private/secret jokes
between myself and I, but I revel in the normalcy surrounding my life.
I am in love with a gentleman and never
been more romantically content. He is to take me on a surprise trip to Napa for
my birthday. I am on a mini-wagon or a week, hoping not only to prove to myself
that I can exist happily without alcohol, but also to decrease my expectations
and intake. I am sober now—2 days in a row for the first time in a year and a
half. Excellent.