Inside Rico's head

In the long-running series So, what's it like to be in there, Rico?, some days I really think I'm fine, and then there are days like today, in which I know I'm not. It is, like that woman said at the Angioma conference, just like being drunk, without the privilege of drinking. Some days you're drunk and you know you're drunk, and some days you're drunk and you drive anyway. (Not that Rico has even a moment's notion of driving these days; with his whole 'executive function' area on strike, it would be really stupid.)
All in all, though, it still beats the fuck out of being dead. (As the punchline to that Irish joke goes, You're in the ground a lang time...)