When I said I was going to finish the bottle of wine last night, I didn't.

After a few World Beer Tour beers at the OC, I kind of thought maybe I should go to bed instead and stop trying to forget reality by drinking.

So, here I am, still constantly shaking, thinking about reality. Wondering if there is something physically wrong with me.

Then my old man sends me a message linking me to an album to stream. He hasn't done that at all since I've moved. Suddenly I know everything will be okay, eventually.

Sometimes it doesn't ever feel like it though.

But it will.