All Things Being Equal 

Today is the Autumnal Equinox. I should be celebrating... Or at least getting myself drunk unconscious.

I went to see the wonderful Wizard of Oz today... And was told to go see the Good Witch of the South, who may be able to help with my problem. Which seems to be more serious than the Wizard first thought. More serious than I thought, even.

Not just depression. A yet unspecified personality disorder. Which, unlike depression, isn't successfully treatable in 80% of the cases.

Was I wrong to hope? Am I wrong? Should I really cling to maybes, coulds and unspecifieds, and keep the faith in the magic wand the Good Witch of the South might produce?

Should I even wish for the wand? The wall (suicide, dammit, call it by its proper name!) is there to take. Quicker. Easier. A lot less painful, and much more likely to succeed. Daddy did it, and sons should follow in their fathers' footsteps, right?

I think I'll go celebrate anyway, late though it is. Douro Quinta do Cachao 2001 reserve 4tw.

I can't believe I used that expression...