I think my problem is I don’t have any crazy vices to turn to when I’m stressed. I don’t smoke. Don’t really drink. I said NO to drugs a long time ago. There’s sex, but that’s not really a vice. Maybe it is, but still. Most people, when faced with a stressful situation, step away go outside and light up or go to the local bar and grab a drink or twelve. I can’t do either because a.) I hate cigarettes, cigarette smoke, cigarette stench, and lung cancer and b.) I’d have to have more than one drink to put a dent in my stress and one is my limit. So where the hell does that leave me?