When drinking more and caring less was the mantra: As most drinkers know, you can cover up many defects with constant, frequent alcohol. Cover up is the operative - degradation is the whisper. Health drinks in lieu of liquor are always more practical but pretending that the buzz just might be counter-productive simply is pretentious and not as much fun. Drinking problem is a subjective finding and has been found many many times in the life of a hedonist that purports to aim for a higher cause. Yesterday we heard "I can't take it any more" from a valued love one and it hurt. Too many derailments follow that particular pronouncement. Sanity prevails, thankfully, and the can't is more of a plea for relief than a conclusion that can't be altered. We all need someone we can lean on, and the principal is almost always less than the interest. Take a sip from the fountain of perpetuity and you'll see what I'm driving towards. Nana was a force de la monde and her offspring carried that non-defeatist gene through man-up-pause and words flow from this lightweight Logitech like a faucet supercedes a farah. Champions mean just that but downing the crepes like they're Cheerios is an acquired maturation. Vivian, you never covered your exposure on purpose.