As long as I was buzzing on sugar and flour, I enjoyed myself, at a price. Slashdot gave me some feeling of fellowship. But coming to in the mornings was a bitch.
Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship
and approval. Momentarily we did -- then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face
the hideous Four Horsemen -- Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair. Unhappy drinkers [eaters/isolators] who read this
page will understand
Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 151
Am I happier now? Sometimes I'm good, other times I'm beat up. I got two dogs who love me; they take me for walks. I wouldn't trade places with anybody.