Just Two Glasses 

Never had a tolerance for alcohol. And I suppose...

I lost the thought here.

Oh, I know. I suppose this is one of those 33-50% of the intoxications that make me feel, well, better. Neural suppressor that it is, alcohol sometimes makes me think.

Think I did.

Nothing has changed. I'm still me. A rose called differently still smells the same. I have nothing to lose.

I get tested, I see where I am.
I try the CBT.
That was the idea in the first place.
It works, I live happily everafter.
It doesn't work, I'm back where I am. The only thing I've lost is time, and, well, my time, in this case, isn't all that valuable.

I can take or leave it if I please...

My hope, and my despair.

Happy Equinox, and long live the third glass.