By the way, I've done remarkably well not drinking, folks.  I drink so rarely now that a single beer(which I still partake of, occasionally) will get me buzzed.  It's a weird thing.  The other day I imagined myself sitting on my old couch sucking down a 5th of liquor all by myself, and I wondered how I ever was that person.

Happiness is not now.  It is not here, in any sense that I can identify.  But at least I can feel the difference between happiness and sadness.  Between gravity and non-gravity. 

There is no cloud of alcohol following me, permeating my awareness, like dirt followed that kid Pig-pen from The Peanuts. 

At 4 in the morning after sitting here musing about my life for hours, there seems to be only one song that can convey what's going on:

Galen, I think you'll like this song a bunch.

It's by Dan Deacon.