Part of this is because I texted a girl this morning that, originally, I'd fall into drunk-text conversations with, which, to my "surprise" in the morning, never ended that well. We started texting when I was sober the first time around. In fact, it was during a period of my life where I'd just been released from a state-mandated [by a probation officer] 21-day rehab facility - that was when I met her through, what I called, serial-Snapchatting.

One of the few social platforms I enjoyed, due to the ability of quickly connecting with strangers to try sparking a conversation. Anyway - we did, and we actually ended up meeting - and it was actually semi-okay. Or, so I thought it was. That could be a story for a different day. For now, the fact of the matter is - the last few times I've texted her, I've been sober. Which is odd - because I'm used to waking up thinking, "Oh shit, what I did I say to Kari last night? This can't be good."

It's lovely to wake up and know what the hell you said to people. Who you said what to, the activities that took place, what you did, where you went. All of it. I surely can't be alone, and, most likely, nobody will ever see this, but. If it does - you are not alone, my friend. If you're feeling like this too, I hope you are able to embrace it, and hold on to it, and continue to keep doing it. I can't even describe the type of power that comes from it.

Especially after living so long . . . doing the complete opposite. Waking up in the morning to grab a glass of orange juice and wondering to yourself, "Why the fuck is there a 4-pack of dollar store toilet paper in the fridge?" -- and then proceeding not to care very much, anyway. To now - waking up and remembering, "Oh, Kari texted me back. Yes, I do know exactly what that was about, and it was an appropriate message." HA!

Anyway - quick thoughts.