I seem to have had a bit of an episode last night. I won't go into details, because in truth I really don't know what they are. Let's just say that I've become accustomed over the years to avoiding pressure, ambition, and burying my emotions in liquor or whatever else was available, and I've recently decided that I'm not going to do that anymore.
I really am better this way, overall. It just takes some adjusting, and being stranded in Lincoln for an indefinite period is quite literally maddening. But no need for any mates reading this to worry. Through it all I've always maintained a perfectly sincere love of myself. Rest assured that I won't do anything more foolish than I already have.