Anxiety, part 2: have a drink

Tonight was better than last night, because I realized there is a cure (well, let's call it a palliative) for anxiety: alcohol.  Not too long after I got home, Son 2 told me "You're starting to do it again" (which tells me he was indeed awake last night).  I thanked him, ... and poured myself a drink.  Much better.  Then the only trick during the rest of the evening was to drink just enough that I was relaxed and joking, while keeping it little enough that I didn't become an asshole.  Sometimes I worry about where I might go with too much to drink, but tonight (ahem, hrum) it was ... purely medicinal.

I wonder if I can just drink my way through the next week?  Probably not a good idea, huh?  Tempting, though.