You Keep Telling Yourself That, Bunky, Whatever Gets You Through The Benight

The idea that I'm unable to enjoy life in my sobriety is rather funny though I suppose it comes as a comfort to those who clearly feel a need to think I'm miserable.  The fact that they're desperately trying to convince themselves of something so off the mark gives me a lot of pleasure.  I suspect they're jealous and know they're rather unimaginative.